BACK TO GENESIS

Kakamega is the Kenya town where everything began for me. Jeff Moser (The East Africa Project) tells everyone it is my fault that he is here in Kenya. Jeff’s family connected to me and our Kenyan ministry when his daughter joined me on our very first mission team in Kenya. Katie, Jeff’s daughter, is the “poster-child” for why we bring teams to Kenya. She went home a full-fledged ambassador for the work God is doing in East Africa. So much so, that her family have made multiple trips to Kenya, brought several teams from their home church, and now have their own ministry in Kenya. The Moser’s heart is for the widow’s of Kenya. Thus, the Rebecca House. Rebecca was the overseer of all of our feeding
station ministries. She taught me all I know about feeding stations and schools in Kenya. Rebecca
trained all of our staff throughout Kenya, oversaw the development of the curriculum, and captured
the heart of every American mission team member who came under the spell of her infectious smile.
Rebecca was a widow herself. And, she lobbied anyone who would listen for her fellow widows.
She found a common heart with the Moser’s. Rebecca died recently. The ministry project is named
in her honor. The Rebecca house is an amazing compound. The widows live there, are trained
there, and now have their micro-enterprise businesses located there. Everything is first class and
has the Moser’s fingerprints all over it! I watched Jeff tour the compound like a proud daddy. He
should…that is exactly what he is! His constant comment is, “I just can’t believe what the Lord has
done here.” I saw neither fear nor failure in the eyes of the ladies today. There were smiles. Loud,
confident voices as they greeted us and told us about their projects. The Kenyan culture beats up
and beats down widows. God is not going to have any of that with this group.

From the Rebecca house, we made the short drive to Light Academy and feeding station. This was
Rebecca’s baby. I got to partner with her from day one. The ministry is thriving under the new
leadership of Rebecca’s apprentice Everlyn. There is nothing needed at the Light Academy but a
little paint and polish. We can make that happen!

Jeff and I parted ways after the Kakamega trip. He flies home tomorrow. It has been a treat sharing
these days with such a selfless servant. His ministry is expanding at a God-pace. His passion and
expertise for micro-enterprise in third world settings is beyond inspiring. God truly lets me partner
with some of HIs very best.

Jeff’s in-country flight from Kakamega was cancelled at the last minute. Standard operating
procedure for many of the small airlines we use to commute to our ministry sites. He hitched a ride
with us to the Kisumu airport. I continued on solo to Kisii to join the East Texas team who have
been here since Sunday.

The drive was long, but so much easier with the road being paved all the way. I have vivid memories of the bone-rattling drives to Kakamega before the road improvements. After a great reconnect dinner with the Texas team, I am headed to bed and some much needed sleep.
The day started early and is running late. Just as it should.

Tomorrow I will share teaching time with the team. Then Friday, it is full-tilt party as we assist with
the Training Center graduation with Pastor Christiano. The shelves in the library are installed and beginning to be filled with book and teaching aids provided by our ministry partners in the U.S. I can’t lie…I had to catch my breath seeing the changes Richard and I have dreamed and prayed about for so long actually become reality.

This region has presented me with my greatest challenges over the years. It’s just tough. Nothing
works in Kisii. Getting here is tough enough, but for some reason there is always a hassle—the
hotel, the wifi, the food. It’s just creature comfort stuff, nothing Kingdom shattering. But, at the end
of exhaustion it takes its toll. I finally connected the wifi and hope this reaches your inbox. I’ll see if
the widow-maker shower fires up for me. The widow-maker has caused many a good preacher to
lose his religions in Kenya. It’s a device attached to the shower head that heats the water as it
enters the shower. They seldom work right and they all seem to have a different combination. The
hotel room was hot, so I pulled a rookie mistake and opened the veranda door. You don’t do that at
night. Now, these two bees have to die before there will be any sleep. Pray my aim is good with
this notepad.

I’m glad to join the team. They have been on their own in a tough ministry filled. They have done
great, but they do not have African experience to draw from. I will try to raise their comfort zones
and bridge some cultural gaps for them in the teaching tomorrow. I know God want to speak
through us. Sometimes the interpretation and culture difference become more than just
distractions.

So, do you get a feel for how to pray? We are tired. Tomorrow is a full and important teaching day
with our students at the training center. These bees need to die, the neighbor’s dog needs to shut
up, I need a hot shower, and I need the phone network to be strong so my call to Teresa will go
through. May not sound real spiritual, but it’s what I need tonight.

Thanks for sending me.

Your prayers = my fuel.
By, grace, your brother,
Mike Curry
Eph. 6:19-20