With so many social media options it's hard to keep up with everything. Since I've been in Kenya I've posted on my personal facebook page and the Crossroads facebook page. Also there is small group that doesn't do facebook so email update are in order. Now it's time to add a new post on the Crossroads Blog... 

 As you can see from the photos below - It has been a busy time. The curious children could not resist looking through our gate into the yard. We are the only muzunga, (white) people who live in this neighborhood. Thanks so much for the donations that make it all possible.We are still trying to coordinate our trips to Northern Kenya to work with the Samburu, Zimbabwe, and possibly Rwanda. 

 One quickly learns when living in Africa long-term...STAY FLEXIBLE! For example, today a ordinary trip to the store turned into a loooong ordeal. The cashier's "phone" which was hooked to his cash register which processes credit card transactions,  was off line-thus begin the quest to find a phone online in the large busy supermarket. First the cashier waits his turn to ask the first supervisor what to to. The first supervisor sends him to another where he waits, then another, and so on and so on. I am following him around and waiting. He disappears and I look around to see him sitting back on his stool checking people out in his checkout line.  30 minutes later in some office there was a phone online to connect with the main office in downtown Nairobi which in turn turned on the line at the cashier's register. So glad I didn't have to be anywhere!

Washing clothes system.

Daily exercise

Tools for fighting the battle for a mosquito free zone.

New "screen" for office window

Art class

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN AFRICA - NO ELECTRICITY - THE RAINY SEASON

Power was off yesterday and today so I had to shave in cold water and take a cold 'African bath' this morning before going to Kayole to teach. It rained hard last night so when I got to Kayole it was a sea of mud and piled up garbage. As I was walking the half mile or so to where the class was, through the mud and garbage along the side of the road, being splashed by the matatu as it went by, I was almost feeling sorry for myself. But I wasn't because I was thinking of the men who were to receive the truth of God's Word. As I was walking along I came upon a stunning sight. A man was crawling on hands and knees through mud and garbage using flip flops on his hands because his leg was lame. I thought to myself - wow, that really puts it into perspective doesn't it.