On our last day of evangelism we headed out to the tea plantations yet again. However, this time, we visited a different area–the actual tea plantations. The previous days we had just been walking through private fields, but now we visited the work camps. In the Nandi Hills there are enormous tea plantations owned by tea factories and they have large housing units where some of their African workers live.
After asking permission to enter, we spent hours and didn’t even reach all 3 of the camps. In one camp, we visited with around 50 people; among them, I only found one very small bible. It was very sad for me seeing how many of them had given up on God, how many of them had never heard the gospel, and how many of them went to church, but had no understanding of God’s Word. We spent a lot of time encouraging people, praying, leading people to Christ, and answering tough questions.
There was one little widow in particular whom I will never forget. She told me “I have had every preacher in town pray over me but God hasn’t healed me…now I don’t go to church. I don’t know why God has not healed me.” After about 20 minutes of discussing with her the promises of scripture and not looking to pastors for powers, she was in tears as my African friend Sharlene and I prayed for her. It amazes me how far a little bit of truth and compassion can go. After this, we went next door and her neighbors accepted Christ for the first time.
Like the rest of the Nandi Hills, this place is very beautiful on the outside, and the white people who run these factories have put more than adequate money into their housing projects. Some Africans described living in this neighborhood as if it is an honor, but the people who live there are in need of some spiritual encouragement and I am praying over who to speak with and what to do for them.