We broke into smaller groups and headed out in different directions.  My group consisted of Pastor Paul, and two Turkana guides, one named Peter whom stayed with me all week and also a local girl whose name I cannot remember or pronounce.

The first home that we visited was a hut.  We walked inside and found a big pile of mud and a woman sticking it to the thatched wood to make walls.  Her baby was sitting in the dirt watching her.  Peter and Paul talked to her for a minute and then turned to me and said "You may share the gospel now."  I was amazed that it really was that easy.  So I shared how God sent me all the way from Texas to tell her that she can go to heaven if she believes that Jesus died, was buried, and rose again in payment for her sins.  I told her that the one true God can be her Lord and Savior.  And she gladly accepted.  But then went and got her family and told me to tell them.  So we did and they believed too.  It was just like the book of Acts where it says so and so believed and so did their family.  Bwana asi fiwe! (Praise the Lord!)

Throughout the day we encountered many similar situations.  And it was eventually time to go to the church service under the big acacia tree.  We declared this as Lotik Baptist Church and told them to come back every Sunday to learn about God.  And thus a church was started.  One touching story was about a man that another group encountered.  He was paralyzed and couldn't walk.  He could only drag himself around in the dirt in his one pair of clothes.  The man was so excited that we were starting a church there that he crawled to the service.  (We were later able to take him some clothes.)

From right: Paul, Turkana Guide Woman, Peter, a woman that we talked to during the day.

The first family that we talked to and thier hut.

Singing and worshiping God with the Kenyan Pastors and guides.