tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10471048255210078922024-10-24T17:48:29.520-07:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047104825521007892.post-84874133638009871442011-11-16T10:01:00.000-08:002011-11-16T10:08:30.776-08:00

Glatians 3 is confusing but brilliant. Here is a visualisation of Galatians 3 and a bit of 4, as I have understood it...Key Point: 'He [Jesus] redeemed us in order that the blessing given to Abraham might come to the Gentiles [like me] through Christ Jesus, so that by faith [not the law] we might receive the promise of the Spirit.

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Chimamanda Adichie: The danger of a single story | Video on TED.com

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I enjoyed this New HuffPost Piece: Why Nairobi Attract’s America’s Young Social Entrepreneurs by jonathankalanHe discusses why "Nairobi has just recently to crept into the international market as a city to keep an eye on." which makes me feel pretty cool for living here!He says, "It’s what I’ve come to dub as the four P’s — Potential, Poverty, Politics, and Parties -- a unique blend that draws a

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Kids waiting for us to get out of the car at the farm.

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Here are some of the bands we saw at Blankets and Wine last sunday:Ma3 from Nairobi introduced as urban afropop? Not bad...Then everyone's favourite Kenyan boyband Sauti Sol, best dance moves...And finally Manou Gallo of Ivory Coast. She can sing, play bass, beatbox and play djembe, a veritable musical penknife. Her drummer was playing the kit with one stick then playing congas with his other

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April 5th 2011 was One Day Without Shoes led by TOMs, a for-profit company who will send a pair of shoes to a kid who has none everytime someone purchases a pair of TOMs shoes. Myself, Godwill and Moses decided to join in and walked barefoot all day. We met at 8am to walk through the slum to the Mashimoni compound together and received so many bewildered stares and quizzical looks you would think

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The Dig Deep for the Farmers campaign has got off to an encouraging start, raising nearly £300 in the first month. The game must be raised if we're to reach £3,700 by the end of June though! So for the first game-raising effort I introduce the Dig Deep Apron!These Aprons are made of Kanga material which is used by mums everywhere in Kenya as clothing, headwear or to carry things like babies. They

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I'm excited about the new Sauti Sol album. I like this version of 'Nairobi' where they liken the city to New York and Newport, Wales. Is Nairobi more New York: 'Concrete jungle where dreams are made' or Newport: 'Concrete jumble, nothing in order'? A bit of both I feel.

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Around March last year the Turning Point management team spent quite some time praying and discussing 'stage 3' for the mums living on the Turning Point Farm. The goal has always been independence, but what should that look like?Seeking God's vision through prayer is always a key part of any big decision at Turning Point and everyone involved in the praying got a similar sense (in their own way)

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8:00 Leave my apartment, lock up and go downstairs8:02 Greet the day guard, Naktari, as he lets me out of the gate to our compound8:07 Reach the Adam's arcade roundabout and attempt to cross Ngong Road's morning traffic. Nearly die.8:09 Pass by a guy dropping off his disabled friend at his begging spot in toi market, he makes sure his friend is comfortable and arranges to pick him later. I carry

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Why did they ever get Shakira to remake this? The original is amazing!

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Larger surface area is what I wrote for every answer in GCSE science and I did quite well. This here map demonstrates that Africa is in fact quite big.http://static02.mediaite.com/geekosystem/uploads/2010/10/true-size-of-africa.jpg

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Cool in Kinshasa. The Umbongo was clearly flowing at this shindig.LE JOUR D'APRES / SIKU YA BAADAYE (INDEPENDANCE CHA-CHA) from BALOJI on Vimeo.

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These two articles rhyme a little with my last post or at least echo some of my frustrations living in a different culture and how that can easily bring out the worst in you.Brokenness as a bridgeAttentive to BrokennesWe had an interesting discussion in homegroup this week about how a lot of churches in the west (and probably here in Kenya too) are more about performance and good behaviour than

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Welcome to culture stress, the effect of living for a long time in a culture so different from the one that shaped you. I'm not talking about eating food I don't like, cultural differences go deep and being surrounded by people who live by a totally different set of rules to you can be really uncomfortable and really get you down. There are benefits and plenty of opportunities to grow but I'll

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I get to take several visitors to our projects in Kibera and it is always interesting to see the different reactions people have on their first visit to the slum. Some recent visitors were surprised to find busy and bustling main streets full of people moving about with a sense of purpose – somewhere to be, something to get done. They expected a more sombre atmosphere with a greater sense of

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Before leaving for Canadia the Parsons left me a recorded message. A mission. To explore where we could open another TP centre in Kibera. Then the tape player blew up, knocked my cup of tea over and slightly singed the cat. Next time a piece of paper would do.So since then Judy and I have been all over Kibera finding out the word on the street about what projects are already around and where are

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I haven't blogged in a long time, though there has been lots going on I couldn't think what to write about. Blogger's block. Anyway I read these two poems ther other day and loved them so had to share them. They go nicely together, they are about this dual life that many Kenyans live with a life in the city but a rural home. Every school holiday people pour out of Nairobi on buses and matatus

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Here is where I stayed in Fort Jesus and some of my friendly neighbours

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I moved out of Fort Jesus back to my apartment last wednesday. It was a sad day. And I was surprised to be hit in the face with some hefty culture shock, I'd only moved a five minute drive away. The first night home we went out for dinner and to a new bar in Karen, a fancy part of Nairobi. I found myself feeling uncomfortable and out of place in a situation which was so normal to me in the UK.

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Godwill, my current next door neighbour, came along on monday this week to join in praying for people in the Healing on the Streets ministry. He said it was a really humbling experience, he expanded the next day as we chatted over the washing up. He was saying that he is learning that God chooses to partner with us and involve us in His work even though we are so sinful. When

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I really dislike grasshoppers. They are flippin everywhere. In my room scraping their noisy little knees all night right by my ear, in the the tank when I reach in for some water, all over the shower room just waiting to jump on me. The staff were so enjoying my fear of grasshoppers at the project today, putting them on my shirt. Apparently, they are delicacy where Godwill comes from. I'm all for

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It has been nearly two weeks since I moved to the edge of Kibera, nearly halfway through the month and its going too fast! I'm learning so much about everyday life in Kibera that until this point I had not realised. Things like how much more time and effort everyday chores take; if you want a warm shower you have to heat the water first, same for washing dishes. Without a fridge to keep food and

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Just had to share the fun I had last night. I went back home after work and was trying to write in my journal. The kids who live around decided to come and practice roly polys on top of me though so I had to give up. They were playing for a while then they decided to start singing and thus began a spontaneous worship session. Wireless (9) and Whitney (8), led the rest of us:

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Just a quick update on the first couple of nights in Kibera. Ashley and I moved over on wednesday and spent the first night cooking Pilau for our new neighbours. The kids particularly were excited to have us around and explore our room, but the parents also are happy that we are coming to stay, although they would like it to be more than a month apparently! It is important to note that I

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