I ran into the neatest story over the weekend. In one of the Nairobi slums, a group of children began gathering every afternoon at the Baptist church. They gather everyday to pray for their nation.
The pastor told me they started showing up on their own about two weeks. He just opened the door and let them in. Everyday, the number of children coming to pray grows. The day I visited, they squeezed about 226 in this small, tin shack.
They trekked through the sticky mud. Waded through water. Ran through the rain to pray for their country.
One of the older kids, 17-years-old, said the pastor always tells them God hears their prayers, so, the youth decided to start praying for peace. They brought their younger siblings because they were babysitting them. Soon, word spread and more and more and more children came. The age range of those praying is from 3 to 17.
The pastor said since the children started praying, there has been no violence in their part of this slum. No one has died. No houses have been burned.
Let me tell you, nothing touches your heart more than when you hear a three-and-a-half-year-old pray, "God, people die. Please don't let anyone be killed in front of my house again."
The prayers of children may indeed be what saves Kenya!
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Dear Sue,
We were missionaries in Kenya in the 80s - and just about to board a plane to Kenya this very week when our host, a Kenyan pastor, urged us not to come during this upheaval. The slum where our friend works has taken in over 300 frightened children who have lost parents. However, because of the presence of the church in the slum of Kawangware, and no doubt, the prayers of God's people young and old, there has been very little violence comparatively. We can learn so much from those who remain faithful under trial. And with our blessings, surely we can be more helpful for those suffering to serve. With you in prayer, Michele
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