I wept this morning as I sat in the London airport surrounded by the trappings of this world – the duty free liquor shops, the endless rows of high priced jewelry & chocolate shops, realizing that my 1 much desired latte would have paid 1/2 a month’s rent for people like Ennis, Paul, mary, Jane & their families that I visited in Muthare slums this week.

I continue to pray that God would let my heart be broken for the things that break His heart, and that He would change me to be more like His son Jesus Christ – a compassionate, self-sacrificing servant, who considers others as more important than himself (philippians 2:1-8), and who loves his neighbor as himself, to be able to say as Paul did that to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

I hope to post some pictures from my trip this week. Thanks to all who have been praying for me and the team. What an awesome time we had in Kenya seeing the power of the Holy spirit and the love of Christ through the local church giving hope, peace and joy to orphans, widows, the sick the lame, the hungry, and those who would otherwise be in utter despair.

When we visited Ennis in the Muthare slum, I think I witnessed the power of the gospel of Christ more clearly than I have ever experienced. I met Ennis on my visit to Kenya last March. She continues to gain strength – which is a miracle – her CD4 count has gone from 4 to over 900, and all without any medications.

When we arrived she was not home – she was cleaning her church, something she volunteers to do faithfully every week. Although she makes less than $15-20 per month washing clothes for people and is struggling to make enough for rent and food, she continues to trust God to provide and praises Him daily for what she has, as she serves Him faithfully. Before we left, I asked Ennis how we could pray for her – instead of asking for provison for rent or food or a blessing on her business, or to be able to move out of the slum to a better home for her and her kids, or for healing from HIV for her or her infected 2 year old boy Morgan, she simply asked that we would pray for her to have strength and faithfulness to continue to serve God and tell others about His love.

The pure and undefiled religion I saw on display – the complete and unfathomable contentment, overflowing joy, undeniable peace and hope, and remarkable humility of this woman – brought tears to everyone in the room, including the volunteers from the church that visit her regularly. We wept tears of joy together, not tears of despair. Just as she praised God and was thankful that He had brought visitors to encourage her, so did I – that He would show me a present-day servant and saint who bears witness to to life-changing power of God who forgives us and sustains us and is all we need. Ennis is a living example of how we should live our lives.

1 Timothy 6:6-7, 17-19
Hebrews 12:1-2

We spent monday morning with Fountan of Life (FOL) Church and their Home Based Care outreach ministry to people in the Muthare slums who are sick with HIV/AIDS.

We went in 2 teams, led by Pastor Gideon and volunteers from FOL. The ministry volunteers come 3 days every week – 1 day to each of the 3 slums they minister in. They currently have over 60 families that they care for and support – through prayer and encouragement, helping with practical needs like food, school fees, transportation to get medical treatment, and rent assistance. It is shocking to me that most people pay $10-20 USD per month for rent in an 8×10 ft shanty with no water or bathroom, and most do not have electricity. Most are struggling just to have food to eat – it is very difficult on their meager (if any)income especially when many of the women have been abandoned by their husband because they tested positive – they are now a shunned outcast to their family and community, and now care for their children on their own without any support.

Some, like Mary who we met, sleep on the floor- (the church has purchased mattresses for some as they are able). Others, like 60 year old Jane, sleep 9 people (including her 2 daughters and grandchildren) in a 12×12 home. They sleep on 1 twin bed, the couch, the floor or the coffee table, which they eat around during the day and becomes a bed at night.

As we walked through this dark place, where you could see in the eyes of the people true desperation and despair, I couldn’t help but think of of Jesus in Matthew 9:36-38.

Seeing the people, He felt compassion for them, because they were distressed and dispirited like sheep without a shepherd. ³⁷Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. ³⁸“Therefore beseech the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest.”

And then we came to the home of Ennis – and my eyes were opened once again to … To Be Continued :)

We shared a passionate day of worship and celebration of the one true God with Fountain of Hope Church on Sunday, followed by a time of fellowship and food with Bishop Julius and his wonderful family, and with the 12 girls at the Fountain of Hope home. I am always challenged and encouraged in my heart when I experience worship around the world with my brothers and sisters in Christ – the joy and the praise is overflowing.

 We also got to know Antony and Doreen who are the house parents for the girls, and prayed with Doreen who is sick with Malaria . Please keep them in your prayers. Posted in Uncategorized ]]> http://markgumm.wordpress.com/2009/07/29/kenya-day-2/feed/ 0 mgumm http://markgumm.wordpress.com/2009/07/29/kenya-day-2/ http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PeriodicPonderings/~3/YhTQK2x09Qg/ http://markgumm.wordpress.com/2009/07/25/kenya-day-1-recap/#comments Sat, 25 Jul 2009 16:26:09 +0000 Mark http://markgumm.wordpress.com/2009/07/25/kenya-day-1-recap/ ]]>

We spent today at Fountain of Hope Church in Nairobi. We had the privilege of serving 60-75 kids in the from the community that come to the church every Saturday for food, fun, dancing, singing, playing soccer, and a short teaching time by the children’s pastor, Samuel.

We also got to meet Antone & Doreen, the house parents in the Fountain of Life Church home. They have a 4 month old, Nathaniel, and 12 orphans girls from the community that live with them in the new church home. We were able to pray for Doreen as she is sick with Malaria – as I put my hand on her shoulder I felt the fever through her shirt. Pray for her as she battles this illness, and tries to still be a mom to 13 kids.

Later we walked the 5-10 minutes to the slum behind the church and had a chance to see “Mamma” Betty, a woman from the church that lives there and has a school and pre-school – 80 kids in 2 adjoining rooms that are about 10×12. The church supports her and one of the pastors, goes in to help teach the children a couple days a week. We also got to meet a couple of the HIV+ orphans in the slum that the church is supporting by providing food and medical assistance to the children and their extended families that have taken them in.

Tomorrow we head back to Fountain of Hope Church for a full day of worship and spending time with the staff and the children.

Sorry, no pictures right now as internet is not able to upload them.

We arrived safely last night although I was delayed 4 hours due to an accident on the runway. I praise God for an absolutely beautiful morning – the birds are singing, the sun is shining bright, the coolness of the morning and the rain from last night dripping from the stunning variety of trees and flowers as I look out the window.

Myself, along with John, Kolbi, & Dee Dee from the Heights Church will be going later today to Fountain of Hope Church in Nairobi to see and help serve in their feeding program to orphans and needy children in their community.

Dan and Alisha arrive this evening. Pray for rest for the whole team tonight as we had a long journey and a very late night.

Mark’s wife Julie added: The accident on the runway was not Mark’s plane, but a cargo plane. Mark’s plane was rerouted somewhere to refuel and wait until the Nairobi runway had cleared before they were sent back.

I am waiting in DC for my flight(s) to Kenya to lead a World Orphans vision trip to visit and spend a week with 3 of our partner churches. Memories from my March trip are still vivid and close to my heart – of individuals like Ennis and her son Morgan, living in the Muthare slums, both fighting the effects of HIV. Of Paul, who was severely beaten during the riots of a year ago. Of Victoria, John, Elizabeth, and Massey – 4 orphans living in the slum behind Fountain of Hope church.

God, continue to open my heart and mind to the plight, suffering and the desperation of so many living without hope. Let me weep with those who weep & rejoice with those who rejoice. Give me eyes to see what you see and what you desire. Give me opportunities to share your love in tangible ways with the precious people you have created in your own image and likeness. Let me experience more of you and understand and fear and follow you more tomorrow than I do today.

The message I heard Francis Chan speak at the Catalyst Conference in 2007 had a huge impact on me.  One statement he made has stuck with me – “If Jesus had a church in my town, my church would be bigger”.

He was not bragging, but his rationale was that he realized (as most churches should) that we do not call people to the same type of commitment of discipleship and sacrifice that Jesus called people to.

He talked about how the more he read the Bible and considered what it was saying, the more he realized that there is a huge chasm between what true Biblical Christianity is (as in the Church of Acts) and what most of us in America experience with church. 

How can we read the words of of the gospel and see the way Jesus and the disciples lived, and then think that those are just a bunch of stories about how the radical Christians of 2000 years ago lived?  No, in fact the way they lived was a model for how we should live, what we should do and be concerned/consumed with.

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Julie and I first met Mary in Ethiopia in December and I got to see her briefly again in March.  Read Julie’s story below about how she humbled us both and brought tears to our eyes as she showed true kindness, humility, thankfulness and the heart of a servant.

As a writer, there are few experiences in life that leave me at a true loss for words. But that is the place I have found myself in since a day last December when an encounter with a beautiful Ethiopian girl touched my heart.

We were in Ethiopia to pick up our kids, but arrived a week early so that we could spend some time seeing the ministry of Hope for the Hopeless which was founded by an Ethiopian pastor in Phoenix.

Our first encounter was at their Drop In Center in the heart of Addis Ababa. Their staff rescues kids off the streets and brings them in, feeds and cares for them and then tries to either reunite them with their family, find foster homes for them or, as room allows, place them in their boys and girls home.

That first day as we entered the gates of their little compound our van was surrounded by about 14 kids, most of them were boys. We got lots of hugs and handshakes and smiles. Later as we sat in the director’s office he began to tell us the stories of some of the kids. He told us about Mary. She was found on the streets, having been beaten and raped by 4 boys. She hovered near death for several days before being healed and brought into Hope’s place. Fekadu cried as he told us about how Jesus changed her life.

An hour later we stood once again in the courtyard and listened as the children gathered and sang us a song. Though we could not understand the words, we could sense the pure joy in their hearts and knew they were speaking of our Jesus. Tears streamed down my face and I could not take my eyes off of Mary, her face lifted to the heavens, eyes closed, singing to her Savior with a beautiful smile on her face.

Two days later we found ourselves at the Drop In Center again. We did not plan to stay long – we were just picking up Fekadu before traveling to one of their other sites. I had brought with me a pair of black boots that one of the other adoptive moms at the guesthouse had given me. She was leaving that afternoon and as she was packing she decided that those shoes could be put to much better use by one of Hope’s kids.

Mary was the only child there that afternoon. The others were in school. (They have had trouble finding Mary’s school records and so she hadn’t been able to start school yet.)

I handed Fekadu the black ankle boots and told him I wasn’t sure who they would fit, maybe one of the older girls. I’ll never forget the look on Mary’s face as she rushed over to Fekadu and put out her hands. He laughed and told her she could try them on. As she zipped up the boots she had the biggest smile on her face and she was literally bursting with excitement. Done putting them on, she began to bounce up and down and spin around like a girl who had just put on a beautiful ball gown. It was obvious to us that the boots were a little too big for her, but she didn’t care.

Then she saw my shoes and rushed over to me, for I was wearing very similar black ankle boots. She stood next to me, her foot pressed up against mine and smiled at me. She pointed to her shoes, then pointed to mine and smiled from ear to ear.

I was half watching her and half talking to Fekadu as she found a small rag or piece of paper and got it wet underneath the water spigot. Then she kneeled in front of me and began to clean the dust of Addis off of my boots.

A million emotions swirled over me. I was taken aback at first. Part of me wanted to bend down and make her stop. It was unsettling to have this beautiful girl, who had been through so much in her short life, washing MY shoes. After all, WE were the ones who had come to Ethiopia to serve these kids, to love them, to help them see how much they were loved by Jesus.

But in one moment our trip became not about what I could do for these “needy” kids but what those beautiful, hope-filled kids could teach me about gratitude, contentment and a true servants heart. For this girl, who had nothing, gave everything she had out of a heart of love and joy.

I knew that to try and stop her would seem ungrateful, and so I let sweet Mary continue to wash my boots, tears streaming down my face the entire time. We left a few moments later, my heart forever touched by a simple act of a beautiful orphan named Mary.

John 13: 8-17
It was just before the Passover Feast. Jesus knew that the time had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love.
The evening meal was being served, and the devil had already prompted Judas Iscariot, son of Simon, to betray Jesus. Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”
“No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.”
Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”
“Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!”
Jesus answered, “A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet; his whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you.” For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean.
When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.”

Today on Mother’s Day, Beza prayed at bedtime, “Dear Jesus, thank you for mom & dad being my mom & dad. Please help all the boys and girls in the world that don’t have moms & dads to get new mom and dads. And help them not to be sad and cry. Amen”.

James 1:27
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.