We spent Easter Sunday with a Maasai family who attended the church that Cliff used for pastor trainings. We listened to their stories of desperation, trying to hold on through one of the worst drought in years. It has been three years since there's been a normal rainy season in the area; for nomadic pastoralists this can destroy an entire family.
It was a wonderful to see it rain during Cliff’s sermon on resurrection. The Maasai got up from the benches, two or three at a time, and walked outside and held their heads toward the sky and feel the wonderful downpour. It was an answer to pray. However, the rains were not enough to make a dent in the amount needed to grow crops and green up the pastures for the cattle. As to date, rains have still been sparse.
