2 Kenya – Brussels 2005 (part 2)

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I want to thank all of you who prayed for my visit to Western Kenya. This is what the Lord did:

Flight tickets: Although faithful sisters from the Netherlands sent me Euros, I lacked funds for the tickets. At the last moment, my travel agent received a special 21-day offer for only
$ 699.00 — $ 500.00 less than the regular ticket. Praise God! What was still needed the Lord allowed me to pay from the tithes.

I left the new Ben Gurion Airport on December 8th, and arrived in Nairobi on December 9th.

The first night I spent in the Nairobi Hilton at a low price ($ 90.00). The room and my round-trip Nairobi-Kisumu ($ 163.12) were paid with the ministry’s American VISA. I believe and trust G-d for provision for $ 9,500.00 accumulated during the past years.

I arrived on December 10th two hours late in Kisumu (a town at the shores of Lake Victoria). Bishop Bera, his wife Penina, their two youngest daughters and a pastor had been anxiously awaiting me and were very happy to welcome me. In 2004 Simiyu had declared that for my next visit he would pick me up in his own car. And so it was. Praise G-d!

In Webuye: Pastors from various towns of Kenya (as far away as Mombasa and Mt. Elgon) and from Uganda and Tanzania were awaiting me. They had come with their wives and were excited about my meetings. They had many questions and I spent the entire afternoon into the evening with them, answering questions and teaching.

The next day, Sunday, we held 2 services at a nearby town (Misikhu?) at Pastor Leonard’s church. After the morning service guests were honored with a feast of rice, stewed beef and/or chicken, vegetables, potatoes, sauce, and large flat cakes of bread cut into slices and – sodas, lots of them. We ministered to and prayed for the people during services.

Although white ministers come to Kenya, they go only to the “big” cities. They stay in hotels avoiding the locals, give hand-outs and treat the Kenyans like colonials. In contrast, the Lord had me encourage and build up the people to take charge of their lives and their wonderful country. It happened this way:

On Monday, December 12th, 2005, Kenya celebrated its 42nd Independence Anniversary from the British. Bishop Simiyu and Pastor Herman Kasili (a very spirited man whom the Lord sent from Nairobi to Webuye to join up with Simiyu) were invited and I, as the only white person, was also invited. This was most unusual, since white people are not permitted in to Independence celebrations.

However, not only was I invited, but I was even asked to address the assembly. I asked the Lord to put His words in my mouth, and this He did. He challenged and motivated the Kenyans to mature into their independence, to become masters of their own country; to bless Israel and receive a blessing in return by Israeli experts helping them in their quest for authentic independence and prosperity. Afterwards, the officials approached me excitedly, saying that they hoped to meet with me again before my return home.

At the official dinner, I sat on a stage overlooking the entire assembly seated in U-shape, and was asked to close the gathering with prayer. I stood tall, seen by all and seeing all, letting the Holy Spirit have His way. I concluded, arms stretched out wide, with the high-priestly blessing over the assembly. The people were deeply moved. Even the rich factory owner of Pan African Paper Mills (“Panpaper”) from India, Mr. Sabu, himself a Moslem, came up to me and said “Your prayer almost converted me”. He gave Bishop Simiyu his phone # and e-mail address for us to meet with him.

Simiyu, Kasili and I met with the mayor and city council of Webuye, discussing their collaboration with Israeli experts. They agreed to provide housing, a plot of land for experiments, and to negotiate with local business people to underwrite financially the coming of an Israeli team.

We also met for over one hour with the rich Indian PanPaper factory owner who is exploiting the people while polluting the environment1, himself not even having Kenyan citizenship. He was not so excited anymore, hearing my proposal, and called his “Kenyan expert” on forestation and horticulture to join us. However, initial resistance melted as Mr. Sabu saw that I was among Kenyans of great faith in G-d who were strongly motivated and ready to take their destiny into their own hands. We left with an agreement that he would provide housing for the Israeli team, contribute financially and possibly assist with marketing.

We realized that Mr. Sabu came to recognize that his days of exploiting the indigenous people are numbered as Kenyans “grow up” into their independence and learn what their white “masters” failed to teach them. Co-operation rather than exploitation will be a wise policy for the future of this plant. It would seem Mr. Sabu came to understand this during our 1 hour meeting.

1 Pan African Paper Factory (“PanPaper”): Pulp mills processes emit gaseous wastes as part of the manufacturing process. The typical odour of Kraft pulp mill is due to the presence of sulphur in the boiling liquor which is responsible for the production of hydrogen sulphide, methyl mercaptan, methyl disulphide, and sulphur dioxide gases. In some mills, other additional emission types may come from auxiliary operations. At the Pan Paper Mills in Webuye, for example, chlorine is released from a chlorine washer tower as well as from the caustic soda/chlorine generation plant. The sources of these gases are as follows:
– blow tank vents of the batch digester plant;
– seal tank vents of brown stock washing plant;
– recovery boiler and lime mud reburning kiln stack;
– smelt dissolving tank vent stack;
– vent from hot well (foul condensate tank) in evaporation plant;
– vent from bleach plant (washers and bleach towers); and,
– leakages from caustic soda/chlorine plant.Apart from the odorous gases, the particulate matter are emitted from the stacks of bark boiler, recovery boiler, and lime-mud reburning plant. Dust carry-over in the flue gas from the recovery boiler is collected in three electrostatic precipitations and back to the system. Similarly, the dust carry-over from the kiln is scrubbed in a venturi scrubber with mill water and fed to clarifiers for the separation of sludge which is fed into the system. It, therefore, becomes difficult to pinpoint, in the factory, the actual stack that is emitting fugitive gases.The pulp and paper industry releases 87% of its total toxic emissions into the atmosphere; approximately 10% to water, and 2% is transferred to site or disposed of on land.Other sites:World Agroforestry Centre ; http://www.worldagroforestry.org/ar2004/tc_story01.asp;
United Nations Environment Program (UNEP) in East Africa

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Kenyans love Israel, having great admiration for a nation that began with nothing and built a flourishing country upon ruins, devastation, swamps and wasteland while fighting 6 wars, and facing daily terror for many years.

G-d has His eyes on this nation and has set Israel to teach and train Kenyans who in turn train others. By just dropping this into my lap, G-d has placed me as a facilitator and motivater.

The vision for Kenya is to become an example and a lighthouse to all of Africa, which is so beset by unrest, poverty and diseases. Most Kenyans of the Western Province are Christians (as are the district official, Webuye mayor and city-council members) and display their faith openly on their shops, their buses, streets and houses.

Ministry: We went for 3 consecutive days from Webuye to Kimilili, which is a pretty far drive over bumpy, pot-holed roads. We met in a poly-technical college way out in the country-side, in a large hall opened up to the pastor, Gabriel and his congregation, by the manager named Cleopas. He is a believer in Yeshua struggling to keep the college open. He attended every meeting, fed our team of seven twice with the usual rice-meat-vegetables, potatoes and sauce, flat breads, ugale and sodas, and donated a large sack of maize following my teaching on giving (as this is the Kingdom way out of poverty: it does not say, ‘receive and then give,’ but GIVE and you SHALL receive). He gave the maize because the Lord had me tell the people not to give just leftovers and crumbs to the Lord, but of their best. If they had no money to give they could give Him from whatever they had – such as a chicken, eggs, maize, the best of their produce.

Rural Kenyans hold chickens in high regard because they are a great source of provision and income for them. And when they want to especially honor a person they will give him/her their best chicken. When we were ready to leave and I already sat in the car, one of Cleopas’ young man handed me a beautiful white chicken as a gift from him. It is the first LIVE chicken I ever owned! I named her “Betsy” and Penina is taking care of her. By the time I left Kenya Betsy had three more companions, all laying fresh eggs for Penina, as there are two fine roosters right next door.

The young pastors and evangelists present were ever so attentive, and the meetings were truly anointed, continuing into late evening with individual and corporative ministry.

We were greatly opposed for going to Kimilili: Simiyu’s car broke down five (5) times on the road. The day I was to teach 3 sessions from the Book of Revelation we had 2 flat tires, with the second one bending the frame so that the tire rim also needed replacement. Thus we had a long wait and when we finally arrived at about 6 p.m., the people had been waiting for us literally 8 hours, since 10 a.m. The first session was, therefore, a little dry as there was no more time for worship, and most of the older people left.

Afterwards, we drove over a tiny path in utter darkness to a family who had requested my visit and prayer for them. The husband is the mayor of Kimilili and tribal chief. His wife – a member of Pastor Gabriel’s congregation – had prepared a feast for us and they, too, had been waiting for us since morning.

Nothing goes fast in Kenya. One first carries on polite conversation, greeting, sitting, drinking soda or tea. Then Simiyu signaled it was time to pray for the family. I asked for their requests and prayed for each individually, the husband being deeply touched and blessed. Simiyu followed up with leading the man to the Lord. After that we partook of the meal, then prayed again, with me being asked to bless their home. We finally arrived back home in Webuye at 1:30 a.m.

The next day we drove back to Kimilili, where I taught the remaining Revelation sessions which were highly anointed, with more and more people arriving.

After Kimilili, a 4-day Bible Student Seminar was held at Simiyu’s church in Webuye, with 2 preaching/ teaching sessions a day by me and a “revival” service in the evening (which I did not attend). Fifty of the students came from far. Simiyu fed them all – breakfast, lunch and supper – for the 4 days from the little money he had. They camped out on the mattresses he rented for them.

Because Simiyu gave so freely, he had no more money to pay for my return trip to Kisumu airport (I paid it from my ministry Visa card), nor for the rent of the house he and his family are living in. The landlord (from Mombasa) has threatened him with eviction. Let us pray for a miracle, that G-d will multiply back to His servant what he so readily sowed into the Kingdom.
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His wife Penina, their daughters and women from the congregation worked literally day and night to provide the meals, while some of the young pastors organized and chopped the wood and hauled in the food. The main staple was always “ugale” – their daily bread – with cooked greens and beans, and special small cakes cooked in oil for breakfast. The young people sat all over the grounds eating their meals, talking, laughing. Kenyans just love to laugh.

The young people were ever so eager listeners and learners, taking notes while sitting for hours on hard, narrow wooden benches with nothing to lean on. The Holy Spirit so loved their receptiveness and welcoming attitude He just blessed us all with wonderful, anointed life-changing ministry.

After 4 days, there was much hugging, laughter and tears, as they boarded their buses to return home.

We rested one day, then drove a long way around a mountain to visit with Pastor George’s congregation which also were eagerly awaiting us. We ministered until dark, when we had to stop for lack of electricity. All were extremely receptive and I noticed an unusual number of women, highly attentive and stimulated. Everyone got greatly blessed.

We also went to several homes for personal ministry, as many – having heard “the Prophetess from Israel” – wanted me to bless their homes and family. As many miracles occured last year in answer to my prayers, this year the prayer requests were overwhelming. Already reports are forthcoming: a man having come out of a coma of several months, healed of the tumor in his head. Another received funds for her daughter to attend high school. Five young people who needed jobs have been employed… and… and…

We also met with a group of women intercessors from several different churches, whose pastoral leader wanted me to teach on intercession. This was the most anointed session for me personally, as the Holy Spirit so filled me throughout that teaching that I stopped speaking several times, almost “drunk” in the Spirit. Because of the Spirit’s powerful, most holy Presence everyone came forward to have me lay hands on them, including Simiyu and Penina.

Were I able to minister full time, as opposed to once a year for a limited time, I believe the release of anointing would so increase until ALL the signs, wonders and miracles would manifest. But the Lord keeps me restrained, for I am still needed at home.

Our final trip was a very long one to a recluse village, high up in the mountains.

The children had never seen a white person before. Some little ones cried and ran to their mommas, afraid I might be a white devil. The local pastor had gathered all the congregants, and Pastor Peter, overseer of the area, was there with his wife.

As I preached, a man with an unclean spirit came in, meaning to disturb. I rebuked the spirit, bound and banned it from the assembly. Then the man sat quietly for the remainder of the service, listening. He was a drug addict and Bishop tried to minister to him at the end of the service, but the man was not ready to receive his salvation.

In the middle of my sermon, another man came tumbling in, falling on his knees before me, pulling out his cigarettes and tearing them up, and begging me to pray for him. He was very drunk, yet his soul cried out for deliverance, for salvation. My heart ached for him, for it is especially for such wretches as he that our Lord died on the cross. I wept and pleaded with the Lord for the man. At the end of the service, he received the Lord Yeshua.

During the service the Lord pointed out a few people to prophesy over and impart a particular anointing: a young man by the name of Jehosaphat; was so utterly focused on the Lord he seemed like a race horse chewing on his bridle, eager to run the race. He “ate” the message the Lord had given me and when I ministered to him the power of the Holy Spirit rushed through both of us like a mighty wind and a holy fire. He fell and I tumbled backwards. The Lord anointed him to be an evangelist with signs and miracles following.

Another man, Steven, in his forties, was intense and alert like a seismograph during the message. The Lord anointed him to be a teacher, training young pastors and ministering to those already in the ministry. I did not know that he was an elder in that church. He too trembled and went down under the power of the Holy Spirit.

I must explain that this was not like the States where people are familiar with getting “slain in the Spirit.” We were far out in a remote village of mountain people unfamiliar with such manifestations.

There was a young woman the Holy Spirit seemed particularly “drawn” to. When I was about to call her out, she was gone and I felt great sadness. I prayed over the local pastor and his wife with the laying on of hands, and they too went down. Then I saw the young woman. Apparently someone ran to get her. As I called her out, the Lord’s love so leapt on her I cried out loud. He anointed her for a work of charity and compassion and the Holy Spirit just couldn’t let go of her. Her name is Dorcas, of all names, she is a nurse and — Pastor Peter’s wife.

As we planned to leave, the drunk man rushed over to the car. He had waited all that time (as we were again guests at a meal) to see me and have me touch him again. Then he stood up straight and saluted me the military fashion. He had been a policeman before alcohol destroyed his life.
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From there Bishop drove to his village. I was unprepared for that extra long drive and more ministry, and felt exasperated and displeased as he had assured me we would not make this long drive again. I felt tricked and angry, and said I would not be ministering due to exhaustion – the saints had drawn a lot out of me.

Upon our arrival, I only said hello and went inside the house and laid down on the bed the women hastily prepared for me. Meanwhile Bishop told the people I would only greet them and then we would be on our way. As I lay there trying to rest, angry at Simiyu and Penina, the Lord began to speak to me, that it was only out of Simiyu’s great love for his people that he drove to the village for me to minister to them. While it was wrong for Simiyu to keep me in the dark about his plans, I should let go of my anger because Simiyu’s motive had been love. He so wanted his people to get blessed by the Lord through His servant, the Prophetess from Israel.

“Give me your anger and forgive, and go, bring the people a blessing from Me.”

“O.K., Lord,” I said, “then I give you my anger and release it to you. But I do need you to strengthen and refresh me for I am truly worn out, as you know.”

I started ministering. I told them the truth, how I had felt, and what the Lord had said. And I told them that while I may not be quite perfect yet they could always trust the LORD IN me.

After I finished the children performed a song and dance for us they had practiced, and a young girl, one of Simiyu’s relatives, rendered a lovely song and recited a Psalm. With blessings and prayers we finally bid good bye. The children from the whole area had by now assembled to see and touch me. They surrounded the car and kept calling, “white woman from Israel, bless us!” So I did, and then stretched out my hand for “high five,” like our “give me 5.” Hand after hand heartily slapped on mine, some of the bolder ones repeatedly, and one even licked her finger and wiped over my hand to see, if my color would come off.

As we drove off, they ran after us and lined the narrow path to wave good bye. And I was SOO glad the Lord had spoken to my heart to let go of my anger, forgive and go be a blessing from the Lord to these people. Had I not obeyed two young men and one young girl would not have received the word and blessing the Lord gave them.

In the evening we were guests of dear sister “Ann of Kenya,” a business woman in Webuye and member of Simiyu’s church. Her husband runs a bus service to towns in Bungoma district2 and to Nairobi. She cooked up a feast for us and put out her finest. She wanted me to pray for her daughter named “Witness”, for her husband, son and for herself. When I told her we needed a bus to get to Kisumu she spoke with her husband, who lent us his bus and driver free of charge for the next day, not making any money that day. Then a neighboring business man and his wife arrived together with a pastor friend and his wife from Tanzania.

All these people were drawing strength from the Lord in me throughout these 3 weeks. I had to think of the woman with the issue of blood whose faith drew her healing from the Lord when she touched him. And Yeshua knew that someone had drawn from Him. I was the people’s point of contact to release their faith for whatever they wanted from the Lord. They KNEW whom they were touching, from whom they were drawing. It was not me. I was only the facilitator, the “middle person.” They asked, they drew and they received. And I felt it as Yeshua had felt it.

And I learned again that as the Lord had always been available while in a body of flesh like ours, so too we must be available for the Lord’s infinite compassion, kindness, mercy, grace and patience to touch, heal and transform lives. We must let the people draw from Him in us, for whom else do they have? There is none like Him. He alone is life, and love, salvation and the hope of glory.

What a privilege it is to serve Him! What a thrill and joy to obey Him! What an adventure to follow Him wheresoever He goes! Hallelujah!

Beloved, the LORD bless you and keep you, the LORD make His Face shine upon you and be gracious to you: ther LORD lift up His Countenance upon you and give you peace.”

Yours in Yeshua,
Annelore

2 Colored areas: where we were ministering within the Bungoma district (the District Official at Webuye serves this district). Other places are not on this map