I could not stop the tears as I thought, 100 Maasai men. In talking to Peter Olonapa, who arranged for me to teach Maasai men this Friday and Saturday at least. I said, "what must I bring. Besides 10,000 shillings for food and transport he said "your diagram of the two sides of the cross." (Thanks Sugar. I will have to simplify). I said, "how many copies?" He said, "there will be 100 Maasais to hear you teach."
I have arrived. They are coming. One hundred Maasai men. I saw them rising up out that desert soil of rocks and sparce trees, canyons and crevices, pools of water where small boys with flocks of goats had come to drink. Men having walked for two days toward me for words of wisdom and life.They were as phantoms coming from everywhere. Some wrapped in colorful sheets with sticks. Some looking almost like colored sticks standing on one leg. Others looking as though they had been touched by the outside world. Here we are, you, my children (Holly, Daniel, Genni, Josh, Ben, Emily, and Adam), Jeannie, Steve, Stan, Bill B., Bill R., Pauline, whoever is part of us-Taylor, Lauren, Cameron, James, Riley, Grey, Milenda, Ray and so many more. Here we are! This is what it all about. 100 Maasais. This is why we train. This is why we learn. This is why we pray and give and go. This is what its all about-souls. Their souls are as cups capable of holding living water. The water is the truth of Jesus Christ. We must pray that out from them will flow this living water as they return to their places, the phantoms in the desert of Africa.
Love. Love, Cliff