On the 10th we traveled to Kibwezi. Took a Matatu. This is a non-scheduled bus. Most seem to be 9 passenger vans, one we traveled on had 15 people in it. The conductor (their word, a man who collects the money for the driver) rode in the boot or in our family terminology, in the back back. I had a fascinating ride, looking over the country, hearing our fellow travelers talk, and discussing everything from US politics to our families with my leader Pastor Atunga.

The weather got steadily warmer as we descended to the East from Nairobi, but while this is rainy season we had only a few sprinkles on the windshield. The land greatly resembles Androy, many of the plants have thorns and scattered through the fields are baobab trees - though smaller than the ones I am used to. Corn seems to be the primary food crop, but almost all of them showed no rain, leaves all curled and tassels at about 3 ft height.

We met at a tin church in Kibwezi. It was about 4 K miles in so we walked. The evangelist and a strong lay leader met us there later. About 10 others were able to leave work, mostly women and a few older men to complete our congregation. The children were still in school. We had a communion service with several songs, I preached while the layman translated. By the time this trip will be over, I will be getting quite used to having a translator.

The whole trip is among the Kamba tribe (1.2 million). At this church the translation was into Kamba. The church is surviving although it has more troubles than any congregation deserves. Their last pastor, who was with them while they built the church, died a few years ago. One day as they were worshiping, his widow brought the police and had them all arresting for trespass. She claimed that her husband had owned the church, and now as his widow she owned it. Pastor Atunga had to come out from Nairobi and get them out of jail. While she had possession she destroyed the church building - I say the foundation, all that was left. They had the deed and the witnesses so the court returned the land to the congregation, but now all they could afford was walls and roof made of tin. Yet they have continued to meet and learn the scriptures, they do have an evangelist there, although he hasn't been paid for over a year (their church is supposed to pay all church workers).

This reminds me of the reason the early church, in Roman days, insisted that Bishops, church leaders be unmarried. That way there were no children to claim possession of the property.

Our hotel was more like a resort cabin, one level, out door eating (we ate in the open covered area). Mosquito nets, and thin blankets, but it was warmer now so good night and see you in morning.