Today’s post is written by guest blogger, Michael Funston!
“We’re on Kenya time” has become a common phrase amongst our group. Upon arriving here there was a noticeable change in the timing of things. No rush through customs after we got off the plane, leisurely getting our bags from the conveyor belt and then waiting thirty minutes or so in the parking lot for another car to carry us to the guest house for our stay. This morning after breakfast we waited an hour before heading out for the day. There is no rush here in Kenya. “Things happen when they happen,” that’s what our friend and guide, Nyakio, told us last night before we all went to bed. As someone who likes a plan and to stick to that plan it has been an adjustment for me, but a welcome one.
In a way being on “Kenya time” is like being on God’s time. We started with one plan this morning and ended the day doing many things that were not on that plan. Our team drove through the center of Nairobi. Then we drove around Kiberia, a slum the size of a city park with 1.2 million occupants. At our team meeting this evening we all reflected on the humbling experience that was. There was also a stop to look at the Great Rift Valley, a beautiful and vast piece of land surrounded by mountains and a dormant volcano. We also stopped at All Saints Church in Maai Mahiu to visit with Reverend Joshua and to see the new (since last year) library we will be helping with next week. At last we were headed to where we are staying in Naivasha but along the way we saw giraffes and zebras by the road and stopped to take a closer look. All of these experiences would not have happened if we had stuck to the plan. By opening our eyes to what is around us instead of focusing on a piece of paper that says what we are to do that day, we are letting this experience into us.
I started this journey not knowing why I was going. Yes, I heard from many friends who have done K2K that it is a transforming experience. I knew that we would be working on a battered women’s shelter and that we would be helping children in the library in Maai Mahiu, but I didn’t know why I was here. I still am unsure but by opening myself up to patience, by not being tied to a schedule and really seeing and listening to all that is around me, I feel and have faith that God will reveal it to me. Perhaps by the end of our time here or maybe further along. Whenever it is it will be on “Kenya time,” God’s time.