Over 100 years ago white missionaries came into our beautiful land bringing the good news. Frail as they might have been and imperfect as all men are, they weathered the hardship for the joy of having fellowship with us in the Father and his son Jesus. Many of them didn’t even survive the journey to the interior with disease and wild animals slaughtering them, and those who survived, our fore fathers killed thinking they were enemies. Nevertheless they kept coming for the call beckoned them on and it made them restless until they would see their African brothers know who they had come to know and love. In their sacrifice they portrayed the very sacrifice of their master and Lord.
Habakkuk 2:14 says, “For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.”
And this has really been one of God’s foremost promises for me concerning what He is doing around the world especially among those places and peoples with little to no access to the gospel. It’s this promise that gives me confidence and deep assurance that it will happen; that the Karamajong will know God, they will follow Him and worship Him. Overtime I have come to realise the issue isn’t whether it will happen or not but rather a matter of when and of managing my own expectations. Because He sure is at work.
Warm greetings from Kaabong .The weather here has been good for farming and some farming is being done for food security and so we have that to thank God for. One would wonder why am
talking about food but it’s by far the biggest deal here. Humanly speaking the social problems are many and with my background I don’t even know what the solution could be, but from what I have learnt from scripture is that the root of all our problems is our disobedience to the creator, the rest are symptoms and I have seen it to be true in my life. A case would be that people literally starve to death while herding their cows to greener pastures and I am thinking, whose food are they going to eat?
A few months ago, I had an opportunity to go to a country that is more than 80% Buddhist where someone is going to be born, live and probably die without having an opportunity to hear about Jesus. These are places we joke about with stories of asking someone if they know Jesus and they tell you to check with the neighbour maybe he may know this Jesus otherwise he doesn’t exist in the neighbourhood (it’s not funny anymore for me because this is real, I have since repented of my ignorant ways).
I have heard so much talk in the Christian circles about how much we sacrifice for God. We put a few dollars on the offering plate or give a few shillings to missionaries going to a distant land or even give to a noble cause and then we consider that a big sacrifice, we pat ourselves on the back and thank ourselves for the great work we have done.