This week in the Nandi Hills was absolutely amazing. Thank you for your prayers. Sorry I was unable to update my blog while I was there. I will spend the next few days recapping on our trip, but my internet is acting up so please be patient with me.
The Nandi Hills are a place where God’s majesty is evident through His creation everywhere you search. From rolling hills of lime green tea plantations to patches of rain forest full of colobus monkeys, it is easy to find yourself pausing in amazement. However, despite all the beauty, there is much pain. My heart breaks when I look into these hills and see such beauty among such turmoil. Alcoholism, political violence, oppression, and poverty are everywhere. The people work hardest early in the morning dew which dampens the tea leafs–adding to their weight. According to one of my Nandi friends, they are payed around 6 cents for every Kg they pick, so weight is everything. I would liken life here to a days labor for a days food.
Broken and impoverished, these people are more open to the love of Christ than anything I have ever experienced. I did not cross a single person unwilling to accept Jesus Christ as savior, and those who knew Him were eager for prayer. We had many pastors with us this week from Nandi, and I must say they truly know that the riches of Christ are more than the riches of the world.