Beach Boys and Pastors

I was in the Mombasa area early this week. I stayed right on the Indian Ocean--if I threw a coconut I would hit the sea. Normally I love walking along the shore or out at low tide but these beach boys are really annoying. They do not give you much quiet time, even at 6:30 in the morning. What is the use of being at the ocean if you cannot hear yourself think???? I did not process my departure at all but I did soak in the sunrises and as much alone time as I could sneak in when someone was not offering to make a chocolate baby with me or attempting to sell me some sea shells.

The Hope For Kenya Forum was good. Pastors shared their stories of the church pre and post election. There is a great need to repent at actions that church members and pastors took. One story that stays with me is how an elderly Muslim man watched as a mob decided to burn down one of the churches. The pastor related that he was told by someone who was there that the Muslim intervened and said, "I am a Muslim and I cannot let you burn down this church." The crowd respected his wishes and left. If only Christians had spoke out against the violence in such a manner.

I will say more but I am now at the Maasai Mara and leave for a game ride in about 30 minutes so I better get back to my tent and prepare to leave. On the drive here we saw lions, giraffes, elephants, and many more of God's amazing critters. I cannot believe I did not want to come. I am staying in the lap of luxury here and will definitely gain every pound back that I lost here in Nairobi walking to work. Sigh...

peace,

Suz