I wanted to tell you a couple of stories I learned this week to give you a feel for the kinds of students we are serving here in Kenya. The map of Africa above shows the countries I am a speaking about. Look at it as you pray after you finish reading.
Ally's birthday was this past week. I was sharing the story of her traumatic birth and how she almost died with one of my classes. This was an example of being totally dependent on God and how self-reliance is really a false reality. One of my students, a good-looking, popular young man told me he had a baby story. I said, "Let's hear it."
His parents are nurses and this American family lives in South Sudan. When he was in the 6th grade, a woman, who was obviously pregnant, came in and said she was about to have her baby. His father was away so his mother put him and the pregnant woman in the back of their vehicle and his mother started driving to the nearest medical clinic, 1 hour and 45 minutes away. Fifteen minutes into the journey, the woman's water broke and it was time to deliver the baby. His mother pulled over and told him, you'll need to help me. You're going to see some thing you've not seen before, but here we go.
So, he helped his mother deliver a baby in the back seat of the car. He clipped the umbilical cord. They decided to go on to the clinic so the baby and its mother could be checked out. A few minutes later, the pregnant woman starts yelling again. Another baby is on its way. Twins! This time, my student's mother would not pull over. You know how to do it she said. So, my student, who was in the SIXTH grade at the time, delivers baby number two in the backseat of the vehicle as his mother drives to the clinic.
Today, there are two five-year old children living in South Sudan named after my student and his mother. My student has since helped his parents deliver several babies.
His family has planted many churches in an area full of animists. They wear no clothes, but they are hearing the gospel. In their nine years on the field, thousands have come to Christ.
Then, I find out that his parents had to evacuate South Sudan a couple of weeks ago. The violence has simply become too great because of the political unrest. They're not sure if they will be able to return or what is in their future. If they cannot return to South Sudan, they will probably return to the U.S. I would never have suspected such a thing from the positive attitude my student has. Pray for this family.
A mother came up to me at the beginning of class last week and asked if it was OK she sat in on my chemistry class with her daughter. Her kids are students of mine. I asked her where she was from. She said that they live in CAR. I acted like I knew what that was. I had to look it up later (Central African Republic). It's between Cameroon and South Sudan in central Africa.
She said they lived in CAR, but had to be evacuated two weeks ago. The violence became too dangerous. Then, the day before, they learned from their neighbors that their house had been vandalized and all of their belongings had been stolen. There is nothing left. They are now living in Uganda and aren't sure what their next steps are either. I would have never suspected such a thing from the positive attitudes of these students. Pray for this family.
Then, yesterday, I met a high school Korean student who is a junior at RVA. His father was visiting. We rode together to the Blackrock Rugby Festival in Nairobi. I asked the father where he lived. He and his family were in Egypt. Of course, he spoke Korean and English, and has learned Arabic to speak to refugees from Sudan who have escaped into Egypt. This was his ministry. He was finding these Muslims were having a crisis of faith. While they had grown up Muslim, they couldn't understand how the Muslim government in Sudan were treating their people the way they were. The civil war and the terrorism they were hearing seeing was in-congruent.
So, with his mediocre Arabic, he was using his life to explain the gospel to these refugees. He was seeing dozens come to Christ. One young man, named Muhammed came to Christ after hearing the gospel from my new friend. My friend then baptized Muhammed. A couple of weeks later, Muhammed made the mistake of going to a church with Coptic Christians. He went to the wrong church. The people of this church were suspicious of Muhammed when learned he had Muslim name. They turned Muhammed in to the Egyptian officials for converting to Christianity. He was beaten and tortured. He ended up giving up the names of my Korean missionary friends.
Thankfully, the Egyptians were more concerned over recent terrorism to do anything to my Korean friend. The Egyptian government took his and his wife's passport. Then, after four months, their Visa ran out. The Egyptians told him he had to leave the country. They then gave them their passports so they could leave.
What's next? He may spend some time at RVA, then he said there are still dozens of countries where that are primarily Muslim, where Sudanese refugees go, and they need to hear the gospel. He'll head off to another one. Wow!
Then, I sat next to two sweet students at the Blackrock rugby tournament. They are of Korean descent. One lives in Tanzania with her family. They reach out the local folks there. What's it like? She said it's boring because they don't have electricity. They turn on the generator for one hour a day. So, boring. But, this family is willing to give up all of the luxuries of the modern world to take the gospel to Tanzania. Her boyfriend is from the country Chad. He speaks Korean, English, and French because they speak French in Chad.
So, that's a snap shop of some of my students. Their parents are real African missionaries. I feel like I'm a pretending missionary, but it is a real pleasure to be able to love on the children of these folks who are banging against the gates of Hell. They are playing for keeps. They get my respect.
Please take a moment and look at the African map above. Pray for these students - all of my students- and their families.