“I’d rather be eaten by a crocodile…”

I would rather be eaten by a crocodile than be up in front of a bunch of kids. Kids scare the heck out of me. Well it was meant to be that today and I would not be eaten by a crocodile. What was I thinking when I volunteered to go with my friend John Maina to view the work he was doing with the juveniles.

The night before, it was decided that Mike Afalava and I would go to the juKenya-Gifts for the kids 3-16 IMG_0712venile institutions with our Kenyan teammates, John Maina and Stephen, while Nate Bean and Paul Franks would go to the men’s institution. When we arrived at the juvenile institution we were informed that we would do two services simultaneously which meant whatever comfort level I had with a team of 4 had now shrunk to a team of two. Stephen and I were to go to one institution and John and Mike were to go to another.

My team goes to where the kids have been assembled. There is much singing going on until we arrive and the room goes quiet when we walk through the doors. I am thinking to myself this is not going to go well. 60 faces are staring back at me from the ages of 6 to 14. Beautiful little faces, many whom I would love to take back home with me. Stephen opens up and then turns the meeting over to me. The SERMON I had prepared in my head the night before is just not going to work. As I am walking up to the front of the room the Holy Spirit prompts me to do a skit. I am panicked at this moment as eternity seems to stand still. A skit???? I quickly flash back to India when we visited an orphanage and my good friend Bob Jordan did a skit on David and Goliath. So I pray and go for it– a three man skit.

I pick the smallest child in the group and bring him in front of the class. I share with the kids who David was. Then I pick the biggest kid in the group and have him stand on a chair. I prompt him to act like an angry giant. The kids howl. I then run to the other side of the room and get down on my hands and knees and teach David how to pick up five big stones from an imaginary stream. The kids howl.

I teach David how to put one of his stones into a sling and he slings his imaginary stone which hits Goliath in the forehead. I have Goliath fall on my shoulders and I carry him in a firemen’s carry around the room and gently lay him dead on the floor. The kids howl. Then I lift David up so that he is now sitting on my right shoulders. (this little kid was much heavier than he looked and I almost dropped him.) I then transitioned and said that even the very smallest of people in the world can do the greatest of things when God is on their side.

Up until this point, I have never given an altar call to this age bracket of kids and was  wondering in my mind if I should even do one. I was panicked a second time. The spirit prompts me and I do a full  altar call as if I were in front of adults.  I was much gentler, however, but the message was the same. I then invited anyone who wanted to ask for forgiveness of their sins and to receive Jesus in their hearts to come forward. Much to my shock, 30 kids came forward and knelt close enough to my legs so as to feel them.

After we had finished, I asked Stephen who was translating for me, if I was clear enough in the message and did the kids really know what they were doing? He said they absolutely knew what they were doing.

Wowza, thank you Jesus for getting me out of my comfort zone and thank you to Bob Jordan for modeling how to do a skit of David and Goliath. Who would have thought that would come full circle so many years ago.

Our team of Americans and Kenyan brothers conclude our ministry time in Kenya with three services, then we will have an audit day with our brothers as well as our going away lunch for the team.

Please pray that these meetings will go well and for safe passage back to our homeland.

Goodnight!

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