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8th September 2007

A TOWN CALLED ELDORET

An intriguing account of a brother's journey to a Kenyan town transformed by the wonderful power of God!

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My Trip to Kenya

Jim Meletiou
About August 20, I sent you a prayer request for my mission trip to Kenya, and promised to send you a report after I returned. Below is that report:

I spent 30 hours traveling from Knoxville to Nairobi, Kenya. After spending one night in Nairobi, my host, Pastor Joseph Wangigi, and I went by motor car 180 miles to Eldoret in western Kenya—near the border with Uganda.

Eldoret is a city with 400,000 people. This is what Pastor Joseph told me: In Eldoret 99% of the people attend church. He also told me that there is no pornography in Eldoret. While I was in Eldoret [5 days], I did not see a single lady dressed immodestly. Abortion is illegal. Also, I saw hardly any beer taverns. I felt a quiet, peaceful spirit in Eldoret. There was a low crime rate, and I noticed that most policemen do not carry firearms—only billy-clubs. I never saw more than 2-3 people smoking.

I found that Eldoret is full of small, independent churches. I’m guessing there may be over 1000 of them—mostly of the Pentecostal variety. Joseph told me that there are about 4-5 churches within 2 blocks of his church. He also told me that about 200 pastors meet monthly to pray together. There were very few of the denominational churches.

I saw virtually no White/European people in Eldoret.

Also, the weather is very mild all year. [Being close to the Equator, there is no cold weather, and being on a highland plateau, there is no hot weather.] Mostly the temperature was between 65E and 75E Fahrenheit.

Pastor Joseph Wangigi is also a dean in a teachers’ college. He took me to visit this college and introduced me to the president of the college, a Mr. Too, who introduced me to his staff. One of the interesting things that I learned was that Mr. Too had been reading Pastor Mike McClung’s book. [Most of those to whom I’m sending this message know Pastor McClung.]

After returning to Nairobi [the capital of Kenya], we visited Pastor Thomas Muthee who was the one whom God used to bring transformation to the city of Kiambu—featured in the First Transformation Video. If you are not familiar with this Transformation video, please read the next paragraph; otherwise, skip that paragraph.

A few years ago, an organization in Oregon State named The Sentinel Group researched and found several cities throughout the world that had had such great revival that the whole community/city was completely transformed from a high-crime area to a very godly community. The Sentinel Group, headed by George Otis, featured 4 cities on their first Transformation video. That video tape had an 8-minute segment about the town of Kiambu, Kenya, and Thomas Muthee, the pastor/evangelist whom God used to bring transformation to that city of 60,000 people— a suburb of Nairobi, the capital of Kenya.

We had the privilege of meeting Evangelist/Pastor Thomas Muthee. I spoke to Pastor Muthee and said to him: "A few years ago, I wrote/published an 8-page pamphlet about the transformation of Kiambu, but I found a lot more information about that transformation that was not on the Transformation video. Would you please read it and let me know how accurate that information is?" Pastor Muthee replied: "There were some errors in the Transformation video, and there have been a lot of things that have happened since then. I will be glad to help you." And he indicated that he would write about the things that have happened since then and send that information to me. He gave me his calling card.

Joseph and Mary Wangigi were born and raised in Kiambu, and Joseph’s father was the priest of the Orthodox Church in Kiambu. Since the revival/transformation, richer people from Nairobi have been moving to Kiambu for suburban homes.

Also, Pastor Muthee is in the process of building a Convention Center—one that would hold almost 5000 people. The roof is already finished, and workmen were pouring a concrete floor when we were there. He showed us a community center that the church had build on top of a hill. The convention center was also on top of a hill, and there was a valley between the two buildings so that the buildings were about a half mile apart. The church had a new office building next to the convention center.

Also, we visited a Kenyan evangelist named Charles Omuroka who is with the Orthodox denomination. Charles Omuroka is not a priest; rather, he travels in various nations and has had a miraculous ministry. He has ministered in Greek Orthodox churches in Greece and in the United States. Once while he was preaching in a Greek Orthodox Church in Ohio, a man in the congregation died suddenly. Evangelist Omuroka resurrected him. Also he has done open-air crusades in several African nations—many miraculous healings. He built an Orthodox church in his hometown—one that would hold 300+ people. He has had conventions in his hometown that were well-attended. When Evangelist Omuroka was in Greece, the Greek people asked him the name of his hometown. When he told them Kakamega, the Greek people all laughed. Kakamega is a Greek word that means "Great Evil." Kakamega is close to Uganda. Evangelist Omuroka took us to a dress shop in Kakamega, which is owned by his wife. She gave me a dress to give to my wife.

Pastor Joseph and 2 of his pastor friends are planning to visit and do missionary work in Nepal next year. They have invited me to go with them. Our contact in Nepal is a pastor named Reuben Rai, who has already translated one of my books. I helped him publish it. I’m asking the Lord to guide me whether I am supposed to join this mission or not.

All of the above is good news. [Would you like to go visit or live in such a peaceful, godly place?] Most of the bad news falls into one category: Poverty. When I first saw Pastor Joseph’s house, I was astonished. Since he is a dean in a teachers’ college, I was surprised to see that he lived in a house that looked like a shack. There was no plumbing or electrical wiring. [No refrigerators, stoves, clothes washers or dryers, no hair dryers (What! no hair dryers! What would our women do without their hair dryers? I saw no fancy hair-does in Eldoret.), no televisions, no radios, no VCR or DVD players.] Mary Wangigi did her cooking outdoors under what we would call a "lean-to"—burning wood to cook the food. She did have a small, 2-eye table-top gas stove in the house, but did most of her cooking outside. She poured water on our hands so we could wash before eating. I was surprised that almost every house we visited lacked plumbing—they all poured water on our hands—including at the college president’s house!

For lighting, Joseph had 2 car batteries to which he connected some extremely-low wattage light bulbs [5- 10-watt fluorescent bulbs]. But almost everyone had cell phones. Joseph and Mary had 3 cell phones. Joseph also has a laptop computer.

The roads were horrible—full of pot holes. On the 180-mile drive from Nairobi to Eldoret, we must have hit thousands of them and plenty of speed bumps [close to schools, etc.]. It took us 6 hours to drive 180 miles. Along the road, there were many animals wandering freely: cattle, sheep, goats, pigs, donkeys, etc. At one particular place, there were also zebras and monkeys. There was no fencing. The monkeys were just sitting along side the road watching the cars go by. The street that Joseph lived on had mud-holes all of the time. On the drive from Nairobi, I saw many communities that would best be described as "Shanty-towns". I won’t describe some of the bathrooms [out-houses] I used, except to say: There was no graffiti on the walls.

Also along the roads were people carrying their farm products to a market: Some on wagons pulled by donkeys, some on bicycles, and even some balancing them on their heads. In the downtown area, some of the roads were paved, but even the paved ones were hardly any better than some of the dirt roads. There were no traffic lights, no street signs, no parking meters, and no speed limits. I did see one very unusual street sign on the highway: It read EQUATOR.

Now, to the more spiritual side of things: Almost everybody I met in the churches impressed me as true believers. At one point, I heard a lady in Pastor Joseph’s church sing like an angel. At another time, a pastor quizzed me in detail about intercessory prayer meetings: How did we get them started, how were they organized/conducted, etc.? I answered him as thoroughly as I could. He asked me to speak to his church on intercessory prayer. The prayer meetings were well attended as well as the regular, Sunday church services.

On the Sunday morning at Pastor Joseph’s church, there was a lady who had just a few hours earlier arrived from to a mission trip to China. She promised to send me a written report of that mission. It may be a month before I get it. Please ask me for a copy.

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