Pastor's Training in New Training Center

It is very difficult to express the utter joy I feel when I look at these pictures and remember these moments.  The Starfish Charities, Biblical Studies has begun!  We are starting with the pastors we know and working our way around to as many others as possible.  The books are on the shelves, the building is furnished, and the pastors are eager to learn.

A small percentage of the Maasai pastors are literate, some are even graduates of denominational seminaries, and other Bible colleges.  However, a larger percentage are semi-literate or totally illiterate.  Pictured below is a group of literate pastors. 

One thing I have noticed about the Maasai, many have vision issues.  I don't know if its because they have spent their lives outdoors in the wind and dust, or perhaps its due to the smoky fires in their homes.  The result is they sit in class and squint.  Many of you have purchased reading glasses from the dollar stores and put them in my hands.  I can't tell you what a difference it has made to these pastors.

Sleeping under the trees is a common site during breaks from our training sessions.  As nice as our facility is indoors, they love being outdoors when the weather allows.

We were given a flat screen television and 5 laptops by Mentorfish.com.  Using that equipment, we used a training curriculum from Jesus Alive ministries, which was provided by Life Outreach International.  The combined gifts from these three ministries, allowed us to launch our training program.  The beauty of the DVD curriculum is it comes in 7 different languages.  Here we are training our literate pastors in English, but the next week, we trained illiterate pastors using the Swahili version.

Meet our two cooks, Anastaciah and Teresia.  They do a fabulous job of taking care of our pastors with yummy food, but also doing general housekeeping.

The pastors were a bit overwhelmed, but fascinated by all the books available for their use.  Here they are just pulling books off the shelves and learning how to do research.

One day, I left my camera behind when I had to go run an errand.  This was the result!  They really enjoyed their antics in front of the camera.

One of our faithful board members, Penina, dropped in for the day and is seen here serving tea.

The benefit of this training facility to these pastors is beyond measure.  My hope is that eventually we will be able to keep it open every day even when we don't have scheduled training sessions.

Mombasa

Mombasa, Kenya is a coastal city, with swaying palms, and beautiful white, sandy beaches.  I was there recently with friends, Gloria and Moses.  Pictured below is a ferry that takes you across a channel from Mombasa town to the South Coast.  They load all the vehicles, then people load up all the empty spaces to make the short crossing.

This is me and Gloria enjoying the balmy breeze.  We were quite fortunate to snag two seats.  Most riders have to stand.  Thankfully, it is a very short journey.

 

When we landed on the other side, we had to ride in one of these little motorized tricycles, called a Tuk-tuk.  I truly hate motorcycles (another common way to get around), but I enjoyed these little vehicles.  I guess there is something to be said about being in an enclosed area.

In the late afternoon, we went walking on the beach while the tide was out.  The white you see is coral.  The entire coast of Kenya is a coral reef.

Thousands of shipping containers pass through the Port of Mombasa.  This is one of the container ships as it is making its way to the channel we crossed earlier.

Many ocean creatures get caught in the tide pools on the coral.  This is a sea slug.  It was larger than my foot.

These spiky little things are sea urchins.  I had solid shoes on while walking on the coral, but Gloria shared that once she wasn't so protected and actually stepped on one of these creatures.  All the spiny parts had to be pulled out of her foot, one at a time.

We had walked quite a distance from shore when a young man came running by shouting "the water, it is coming!"  What he meant was the tide was coming in -- and quickly.  We made our way quickly to the shore.  When we turned around and looked at the ocean, we could no longer see any of the coral we were walking on.  Its pretty amazing how quickly that water moves.  

Some local ladies carrying their precious cargo the way they have done all of their lives.

One day we decided to go south toward Tanzania.  We were headed to Wasini Island and a town called Shimoni.  Here we are descending the stairs to step onto a small boat to cross over to the island.

Moses and our guide had us in stitches.  I can't remember what was so funny, but we had such a great time.

Here is Moses and our guide, Mohammad.

We passed a number of interesting boats along the way.  Most of them were fishing boats.

Mohammad grew up on the Island, so we knew we were in for a treat of historical information.

Here is a more rustic dug-out fishing vessel.

The structures on the island ranged from very nice, to very basic.  The island is five kilometers long, and one kilometer across.  There are no vehicles and no roads on the island.

Another fishing boat.

I assume these were fish traps of some sort. 

There was no dock on the island side.  You just beach the boat and start walking through the sand and water.  This was a type of Starfish that Mohammad picked up for me.  He said they use them as bait.

This old structure dates back to the 1600's.  It is overgrown and no longer in use, but it was fascinating to realize just how old it was. 

Mohammad was very proud to show us "his" island.  I asked him if everyone on the island were Muslim's.  He said it is the only religion there.

Through the years, the coast line has shifted and changed.  What remains is the really interesting "coral garden" that is now landlocked.  They have built a raised boardwalk throughout the garden.

The green stuff is sea grass.  Later, I will show you a dish we ate in a local restaurant where they served the sea grass.

The ground was very spongy and moist, and filled with crabs. 

Among the coral is a Mandrake forest.  This is one type of Mandrake seed.  This seed pod hangs from the tree in this position.  As the "cap" lets go, the seed falls into the mud below and germinates and another tree is born.  There were several variations of these seeds.

These are new Mandrake trees.

We ate at a local restaurant overlooking the beach.  The table was beautifully decorated with Bougainvillea blossoms.

 

You don't order off the menu, you just sit down and for one price, they just start serving you all kinds of wonderful food.  Here Gloria was being given lessons on cracking crabs.

This dish is creamed sea grass.  It was actually quite tasty. 

These adorable children were below us.  I'm not sure what kind of creatures they were finding in the tide pools, but they were totally absorbed with their activity.

These two ladies alighted from a small boat.  They had apparently been on the mainland doing some shopping.

The females start early with carrying things on their heads.  This little girl never bobbled that can even once as she picked her way across the tide pools.

Another type of fishing boat.

This is a dhow, an Arab boat that is low in the front, high in the back, and that usually has one or two sails that are shaped like triangles.

We traveled away from Wasini and landed back in Shimoni, a town known for its "slave caves".  Although its not a very pleasant part of history, these sites exist on both coasts of Africa.  As we descended down into the cave, the guide was telling us its history.

This was a well of sorts that provided water for the slaves that had been captured and were waiting for transport across the ocean.  This nasty pool was all they had.  As the tide came in the cave was flooded.  Many people drowned.  A very sad part of history.

In some areas you can still see chains embedded into the wall of the cave, where they shackled belligerent prisoners.  I've been in numerous caves in the US, but nothing touched me to my core like this one did.  Just seeing those chains and knowing what they represented just hurt my heart.

The picture is not very clear, but these are bats.

When we came up out of that hole in the ground, we saw this stunning site, a weaver bird busily building his nest.  It was a great way to end our trip.