nairobi

hey all-
i'm writing to you from an overpriced internet cafe in the nairobi airport. our flight got delayed 2, so we don't take off for at least another 4 hours. so i get another couple hours here in kenya. this last week feels like it lasted about an hour. i'm sitting here trying to remeb\mber all that happened and it's just a blur. i'll just give you the most important events.
on wednesday i went out and did some street ministry by myself. i just hung out with boys and talked to them, watched them deal glue, bought them some food, and prayed with them. i hadn't really cried too much this whole trip. when i got back from the streets into dave's office i just shut myself in and wept. it just destroyed me. i think the reason that it hit me so bad was that i just decided to go talk to the kids on a whim. i hadn't really prepared myself for it, and even morethan that, it didn't feel like an event. somehow the planned street ministry on saturday felt like an exception, but wednesday was just like any other day. it could have been tuesday or sunday or 2 years from now and the desperation would have been the same. i don't know if that makes any sense but that's the only way i can rationalize how it affected me. it was the sense of normalcy attached to the abject poverty that got me.
then the next day i got to say goodbye to gerald and ithagu (and james and john and sarah). that was just so hard. my only consolatin is that i know i'm coming back. my time is expiring. i don't want to pay anymore. i'll write when i get home.



kev