Corrected?

imageIf you read the comments on my earlier post, you would have known there was a typo (my fault, no Swahili spell checker and I was typing too fast) on my license plate frame.  I ordered replacement ones.  Somehow they produced the two plates I ordered and omitted the “Mungu” at the top of one of them.  It reminds me of working with more than one company in Kenya.  I guess that is appropriate.

Kwaheri

We leave for California tonight.  The last week has been a busy time of preparing and saying goodbye.  We took some pictures of a lot of the different things.  I wanted to get them uploaded today.  Hopefully later I will be able to describe more of the individual events. But for now, here is a bunch of meaningless pictures.

Mara ya pili

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My friend Bob got sick right before arriving. He did not improve before the climb. After some long discussions and a tough decision we decided to part ways in Tanzania. He went to see animals in the Serengeti and Ngorogoro Crater and I went up the mountain.
I summitted Friday just before sunrise. This is a picture of Mawenzi, a lower peak, later that day. I will post more pictures later.
I took Bob to the airport this morning, but it was not as bitter as usual because I know I can see him soon. Now we pack.

Mwisho wa sura

“The end of a chapter” – This letter has just gone out in the mail.

Dear family and friends,

We want to give our most sincere thanks to you for the financial and prayer support you have given us over the last three years. It has been a blessing to be serving the Lord here in East Africa, all the time knowing you were walking with us, sharing in God’s ministry. You have been an integral part of His work here, all for His glory.

God has done great things as we have experienced more of Him through the eyes of another culture. Living among Kenyans has given us a greater understanding of scripture and its application to life. It has been a wonderful gift from God to be able to share with many African churches, helping believers grow in knowledge and love. Many relationships have been built that will last for eternity. It has also been a privilege to use our gifts and skills to help missionaries as they serve Him in Africa.

We now find ourselves at the end of a chapter. We came out with a vision to further God’s kingdom through the use of computers. In the last three years we have built a team of four Kenyan professionals who are ready to take over what we are doing. Desiring to be good stewards of God’s resources, we feel ready to hand the work over to these men and move on to what God has next for us. They would appreciate your prayers, just as we have.

At this time, God’s long term plans for us have not been completely revealed. Leaving has been a difficult decision to work through, but we are confident in the Lord that this decision is the right one and at the right time.

We will be headed back to California in August and will no longer be supported missionaries in September. We trust that God will lead you in finding a new place for His resources to best glorify Him. We are looking forward to sharing with many of you in person.

Mungu ni mwema, wakati wote. God is good, all the time.

In Christ’s Fellowship,

Paul, Cammy, Petr and Andrej

Mchezo ya mwisho

“The last game”

I played my last match with Santiago at Laini Saba on Thursday. We were actually supposed to play the Glory Secondary School, but they backed out at the last minute because most of their good players were not at school because they lacked school fees, others were taking exams.  At the last minute the Laini Saba team agreed to play us again, Sele is their captain.

They all really wanted me to score, even Sele.  I was set up great on a free kick and all I had to do was tap it past the keeper, but I just could not reach the ball.  I had one attempt on goal in the second half, but it was nothing for the keeper to be too concerned about.  With about 10 minutes to go I slightly pulled my left hamstring (I am not as young as I used to be, my dad loves that line).  Two games in a week is a bit much at my age.  I guess I will never play in Europe.  I hobbled around the rest of the match (I have a trip to Kilimanjaro planned in two weeks).  Right about the end of the match we got a penalty.  All my team was yelling, “Paul take it.”  The crowd was yelling, “Mlami!” (Sheng for man of tarmac, white man).  Being really tired, I forgot to keep my head down, then the twinge of pain in my plant leg caused me to pull up.  It came right back off the crossbar.  I felt I had shamed my team, but they were all so gracious to me.

Sometimes walking through Kibera I think of “Mos Eisley.” But I really have to say, despite their faults, the boys of Santiago are really great friends. They have treated me better than I deserve and asked nothing in return.  In fact, on more than one occasion they have bought me things.  Unless you have lived here, you cannot understand what a big deal that is.  I will miss them.