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The Lord has been doing a big work here in Kenya cleaning up the churches. You know when something gets cleaned you feel a great sense of reward afterwards, but the process of cleaning is hard work and can be quite demoralizing. When you move the furniture around and pull up the rugs, you find all kinds of disturbing stuff under there. Well, the same goes with “church cleaning.”
In the last few weeks several issues have emerged requiring intervention and disciplinary action. Meetings after meetings, fact-finding missions, and lots and lots of prayer. Well we have experienced some serious breakthroughs. I will not go through the details of all the events but want to share one in particular that has the makings of a great suspense thriller or a poorly done comedy. I will change the names of the actors and the church just to prevent any potential embarrassment.
One day I was invited to share the Gospel of the Kingdom with several folks gathered in a new location we will call “Kanisa.” The meeting was organized by a disciple who was a former Catholic drunkard and failed politician who had repented and was a promising disciple in training (he has since been experiencing challenges of his own unrelated to this soap opera). The meeting was organized at his brother Mzee’s house, who is a widowed father of eleven, backsliden former pastor, and senior elder of the village of Kanisa.
Mzee gathered several men and young women to hear the message of the Kingdom. The message was wholeheartedly accepted and we organized to return within days to baptize those who repented. Six people were baptized including Mzee, Walimu, Wawalimu, Bibi, and Dada. It was a great start and the birth of a new fellowship in Kanisa. The next week we returned to Kanisa and taught again and even baptized additional disciples. However, Mzee shocked us with his confession that Bibi was more than just house help, assisting him with the care of his numerous children, but they were also “friends.” This came as a shock to me since confession was something to occur BEFORE repentance, not after. I demanded that she not stay at his home and that he organize a proper marriage if the relationship was to continue. We continued to send teams of teachers to Kanisa for months, strengthening the church there and added several more disciples.
Several months after planting the fellowship in Kanisa, Mzee had visitors…his older boys were in from Nairobi. One of his boys hitched a ride with me and I slyly asked him who was staying in the home at night. He told me Bibi was sleeping there (as I suspected). I was quite disappointed to learn this. I immediately called Walimu and he admitted that Bibi had been staying with Mzee for weeks. I explained to him what fornication was and told him to get together with Wawalimu and sit Mzee down immediately and correct this matter. I told him if this was not corrected then the entire church would face disciplinary action. He responded immediately and Bibi moved back to her parents’ home.
The fellowship in Kanisa proceeded to organize for Mzee and Bibi to marry. They sent a delegation to me with the wedding agreement (dowry package) which was a sheep, thirteen cows, and lots of cash, assuming that I would pay (their foolishness amazes me!). I just shrugged it off and ignored their request. I sent teachers a couple weeks later and one noted that Bibi’s belly was getting quite large. Hmmm. I had noted a little pot belly the last time I was there but Sam was confident there was something in there. Oh dear! Now I have to address this one!
I organized for Mzee, Walimu and Wawalimu to visit our fellowship so that we could discuss this matter and others after fellowship. They assumed that I was calling them in to give them great news about my funding of their proposed wedding. But our plan was to get to the bottom of Bibi’s apparent pregnancy. I also wanted to address the issue of Mzee’s having self-appointed himself as leader of the Kanisa fellowship. It was clear that he, as per African culture, having been the person responsible for bringing the visitor (“blessing”) and being the oldest man and being a former pastor, was automatically the de facto leader of the fellowship. However, we appoint elders as per the Scriptures and not African custom. So we likewise took the opportunity of this meeting to clarify that leadership is appointed by the church planters and is not self-appointed according to local traditions. The meeting was tense. Mzee was deeply offended by the tone and message of the meeting. His own testimony and words validated our concerns. During the entire meeting, Walimu and Wawalimu were very coy and would not directly incriminate Mzee, as it is African custom to never reveal another’s secrets. But near the end of the discussion, Walimu finally broke his silence and laid it out: Mzee was overbearing and controlling in the fellowship and would not tolerate any correction from others he deemed subordinates. Finally some honesty….a total break from tradition. Mzee was shocked for sure. But we still were only discussing the leadership issue and were yet to address the pregnancy issue.
Then, the bombshell! Is Bibi pregnant? He seemed very surprised and denied he had anything to do with her getting pregnant. He insisted on his innocence. He was steadfast. But the facts were undeniable. Unless Bibi had some strange sickness, this girl clearly was carrying. Mzee was not short on words. He talked at great length, insisting his innocence and sulking in his betrayal. We closed with Mzee’s insistence that he would inquire into the accusations and get to the bottom of things. Inside we wondered what he could possibly mean. We closed the meeting with the plan to announce to the church that Mzee was not an appointed leader and that those appointments would come from the church planters in due time. Mzee was feeling very bad but at least publicly accepted our decision. Privately, however, he still had some fight left in him.
On his way out he pulled Sam aside and initiated a long conversation. He said that he had not impregnated Bibi, but rather it must have been Walimu, a married man! He said both Walimu and Wawalimu had multiple wives. That as a village elder, he was privy to their numerous legal cases and that they were generally people of ill-repute. He was not going down alone. It appeared as though he was intent on destroying the fellowship if he could not resume his self-appointed leadership role. Oh dear!
Before our planned Sunday meeting, I thought it wise to meet with Walimu and Wawalimu to learn more. Wawalimu visited us but Walimu missed the meeting due to a conflict in schedule. We shared everything Mzee had said. Wawalimu was heartbroken over the accusations. He clearly appeared innocent of Mzee’s charges based on his demeanor and body language. Our plan, to proceed with the Sunday meeting and lay everything out in the open.
Sunday came. I shared an exhaustive teaching on church discipline, church leadership, and about church lampstands being removed based on 1 Corinthians 5, Revelation 2-4, Matthew 18:15-18, and Galatians 6:1. It was well received. Then we sent away those not involved in the scandal and began the difficult meeting. Our leadership delegation included Sam, Tim, Samwell, Cosmos and me. From Kanisa, Mzee, Walimi, Wawalimu and another older brother were present. I introduced the meeting with what I had heard from all their respective reports. Then we let them say their parts one by one.
Mzee started. He repeated everything he had stated to Sam in private. He added specifics about the legal cases: Walimu stole maize from Wawalimu resulting in much conflict. He finally conceded that Bibi was pregnant. But he still insisted that Walimu was the father! He said that both the brothers had multiple wives in secret. He was not budging and he exuded confidence in what he was saying. The leadership delegation was shocked to hear him repeat these mind-bending allegations. He ended with the statement that if he was lying may God strike him dead immediately. We were speechless.
Then Wawalimu. He, nearly in tears, said everything that Mzee said concerning him was indeed true. Before he was a Christian, he impregnated a girl and fathered a child. He never married her, but in African culture she would be called a wife though not legally or culturally considered a wife. But he said he had changed when he repented and has never since been unfaithful to his first and current wife. Pheewww! I wiped beads of sweat off my brow.
Now Walimu’s turn. He speaks at great length. He is more adversarial and denies the allegations. He admits only to the maize stealing incident but denies any sexual liaisons with Bibi. Stalemate!
Finally, the other mature brother. He refuses to pass judgment and will not say anything since he is unsure of the truth of the matters. I commend him.
Now my turn. I reiterate that this meeting had two possible conclusions: 1.) one story everyone agrees with, confession, repentance, forgiveness, and complete restoration, or 2.) they stick to their disparate stories accusing each other and the leadership surrenders Kanisa fellowship relegating it a false-start. Now, ball in their court. I concur with the tight-lipped mature brother that it is time to stop talking about what their brothers did wrong and now time to confess their own errors before God and ask for forgiveness. Stakes are high. First up, Wawalimu.
In tears, he admits he was wrong in impregnating a girl who was not his wife before baptism (what Mzee called a second wife) and confesses he was bitter with his brothers for the accusations and asks all for forgiveness. Great start. Next, mature brother comes clean that he was feeling bad because of all this drama around him and nearly gave up on the church and asks for forgiveness (I certainly did not fault him and as a new believer would have dropped these guys as well).
Now the tough ones. Mzee is on deck. He confessed getting angry at his brothers but would not move on any of the other juicy accusations. He still insisted his innocence of impregnating Bibi, implying Walimu is the father of the baby carried by his fiancée. Oh dear. Heartburn.
Now, the climax and end of this whole ordeal, right? Nope. Walimu, clearly distraught, says he needs some time alone with his God before he can say anything. What? No comment on being accused of fathering Bibi’s baby!?!?! His guilt is now obvious to all.
I grant him his time and reiterate the terms: complete confession and repentance ending with one story, or Kanisa’s doors are shut permanently. I also one-up the ante by insisting Bibi be present to explain the situation herself. Next meeting is scheduled for Wednesday.
Wednesday comes. Tim, Sam and I are tense but with high expectations. I called ahead to see if Walimu would be present and to my surprise he fully intended on attending. What fireworks were we in for today?
We arrive and people begin coming. Mzee and Walimu are there. The mature brother is there. Then Walimu’s wife even arrives. Oh dear…what does she know? Wawalimu arrives, and finally Bibi and her mother (also a disciple).
I opened with the ground rules. No one discusses the actions of others but instead simply confesses their own wrongdoing. Then each go in turn. Mzee, Wawalimu, mature brother…no new developments. Then Walimu. He says he was bitter at his brothers and wanted forgiveness, but total silence on any sexual sin. Then Bibi. She apologizes to Enoch for wronging him and offers no specifics but it is understood…she had now made it clear there was wrongdoing there, right?!?
Then Walimu’s wife contributes. She speaks at length that she knew there were problems with the marriage plans of Bibi and Mzee and that she had information about their situation. Again, implied sexual liaison but no one would say it.
Finally, I add that people are apologizing to one another but no one is apologizing to Walimu’s wife, the innocent victim in all this. A church member engaged to be married to another brother is having sex with her husband and still silence. They offer little to satisfy my leading so I get direct (which is against cultural norms here).
I say, “There is an elephant in the room and no none will acknowledge her presence.” I look to Bibi’s belly and ask her, “Is there a baby in there?” She says yes. I ask her, “Who is the father?” She gives a long answer about how when we found them she had been with Mzee but that when they repented she went home. I confront her again: “Who is the father of your baby?” Answer, “Mzee!”
A look of shock on everyone’s face was priceless. Then I looked into Mzee’s eyes and said, “SURPRISE!!!” Everyone burst out in laughter, except Mzee, of course. He was still in shock. We discussed the date when they were baptized and her estimated due date based on the size of the bulge. It all added up. She was impregnated before she was baptized over eight months ago.
I guided everyone through the final steps of confession, repentance and forgiveness. I then advised Mzee to follow through with his plans to marry Bibi (he had sent her away after he discovered she was pregnant). And now the fellowship in Kanisa is starting over with a clean slate. All in a day’s work in the Africa mission! Lord help me!

I (Marc) was invited to a one-day sustainable farming seminar by Heaven’s Family in the Fall of 2012.  Being a degreed scientist, a homesteader (even back in the US), a teacher and missionary, I latched onto the concept immediately. Now our family had adjusted to growing much of our own food even when living in the US. We already knew how to farm and preserve foods. However, adjusting to a maize and beans economy and dry storing rather than canning was a big adjustment. Also, we were used to going to the local farm supply store in the US and getting whatever we needed. Here, there is no such thing as a general all-purpose fertilizer (12-12-12). We just have nitrogen-rich DAP and CAN locally, which are not ideal for beans and vegetables. They use a foliar spray (like MiracleGro®) for crops other than maize. The other big change was the seasons. Here it is long rains, short rains, and dry. In the mid-west we simply had the actual four seasons. Not here.

The seminar was taught by Craig Sorley who leads an initiative to empower Africa with practical and sustainable agriculture. His teachings were nearly entirely based on “Farming God’s Way” FGW (see www.farming-gods-way.com). He taught a lot of biblical concepts concerning sustainable agriculture but I will emphasize the science here. The thesis is that God made things to work a certain way in the wild and if we leverage His methods in our cultivation of crops we can greatly increase yield and  restore our land. I will give you my best description in as few words as possible. In the wild, trees are interspersed with other plants and provide a blanket of cover or mulch on the earth.  Trees pull nutrient from depth and reintroduce that nutrient to the topsoil. The organic matter protects the earth from erosion, provides a habitat for worms, bacteria, and other beneficial organisms that create a very healthy, rich soil structure. The ground cover prevents evaporation and runoff and ensures that all the precipitation  is absorbed and remains available for the plant roots. Other benefits of ground cover include inhibiting weed germination and propagation.

The other concept introduced was precision. Precise inputs and methods will lead to predictable outputs. Measuring plant spacing, seed and fertilizer depth and amounts precisely will lead to maximized yields. We are talking about engineering the field. Optimal spacing means inhibiting sunlight availability for weeds and maximum outputs per farming area. Crop rotation for pest reduction and to prevent nutrient depletion is also recommended (beans also fix nitrogen for future maize crops).

Our garden is huge by US standards but a standard small shamba (farm) by African standards. It is the perfect size to test this methodology. Our field is approximately 100 feet by 40 feet. I divided the shamba into five 40 feet by 20 feet parcels for crop rotation purposed. We started by adding mulch in the form of maize stalks and river grass and resting the field for the Fall of 2012. We consistently weeded and/or sprayed with a RoundUp® equivalent during the dry season  to minimize weeds in the future. We were amazed that what little rain the dry season gave us kept the soil moist even during the dry season where the mulch depth was sufficient. Now only one of our five sections had full coverage of a few inches of mulch. The other sections had variable coverage. We learned that grasses are much better than corn stalks for mulching. We only had enough grass for one section. Any seedless, non-poison leafy material will work for cover but the smaller the materials the better it holds back weeds and holds in moisture. We also have trees interspersed in our shamba, primarily a fast-growing variety that does not make much shade.

For the first crop we planted two sections of beans and two of maize. One of the bean sections also contained four rows of open-polinated maize seeds just to create seed for next year. The remaining section was for vegetables. We used just a mixed bean bag we eat from for bean seeds and Kenya Seed Company 6213 hybrid for the maize plots. We selected this variety because that is what everyone else around us is using and we want to compare apples with apples.

Now we planted a month after the rains because I suffered a serious leg injury in a motorbike accident. Therefore, when I compare my neighbor’s maize to mine they still had a month head start. Now I followed the FGW guidance to the best of my ability. In the end it was African volunteers and my family doing the labor and there are limits to how perfect they can follow instructions. Maize was spaced at 60 cm plant to plant with three seeds per hole with rows 75 cm apart. Now in actuality the holes were not 60 cm on center but rather 60 cm edge to edge meaning the spacing was a little wider than specified. As a result, I did not thin to two plants per hole but left all strong plants. The holes were dug about 8 to 10 cm deep and a mixture of lime/DAP was added per FGW specification. A little soil was returned and the seeds were planted at 5 cm depth. At a foot height, maize was top-dressed with CAN as specified.

For beans, furrows were dug about 8 to 10 cm deep and a lime/fertilizer mixture was applied and the furrow was backfilled and seeds were supposed to be planted at 3 cm depth. However, I lost control of the team at the bean plot. The rows were supposed to be 37.5 cm on center and seeds planted at 10 cm spacing. However, they DID NOT use strings to mark lines and just winged it by the fifth row. I can’t complain as they were all volunteers. Germination was not very good. Next time I will just plant many and thin the weaker plants. I will also do it myself for the sake of precision. They also rushed through the job and worked it with tools rather than by hand. In some places they placed the seeds in a different place than the fertilizer furrows and even placed the mulch over the plants. It was a bit messy. The moral of the story is that it is a difficult thing to get Africans to slow down for the sake of precision in lieu of just getting the job done as quickly as possible. Beans were later sprayed with a foliar spray a few times.

Weeding was done every couple weeks by the children or others while the weeds were small BEFORE they flower. Where the cover was thick and consisted of grasses, weeds were sparse. Wherever cover was light, we had more weeds. However, the weed density was far less than the community fields around us with zero mulch cover.

The vegetable plot is a mix of spinach, carrots, onions, collards, and garlic. It is where my children have their little beds of crops. Therefore, it is not FGW, but rather “farming Micah’s way, farming Isaiah’s way, and farming Jonah’s way.” That plot has the thinnest mulch cover as well. But the crops look pretty good.

Now there are three genres of crops around us: the average African field where inputs were deficient and crops are intermixed, a good commercial African field, and FGW. The fields with deficient inputs are pathetic. The maize is yellow and yield will not be worth the cost and effort. They typically mix their maize and beans (or millet) and get just a few bean pods per bean plant and small or even underdeveloped maize, if any at all.

The commercial fields have the inputs necessary, and do pretty good if the rains are there. However, it is a lot more work weeding and extra cost tilling the land. They also suffer from erosion loss, evaporation, and a dense impenetrable cake layer on the surface. No worms or beneficial critters amending the soil either. They do not apply lime. Also, much of the fertilizer applied gets washed away with rain or spreads to feed the weeds rather than the maize. The little hole in the mulch when FGW ensures that ALL inputs go to the maize.

Our neighbor Henry is a great African commercial farmer. He does everything “right” and gets a good yield. He planted a month before we did and his maize stayed ahead of ours for a while. However, when rains were intermittent our maize outperformed his. With the same volume of inputs and same variety of seed, even though he planted a month before us, our FGW maize is two feet taller than his and is a deep green rather than a yellow green. And his beans yielded about 12-15 pods per plant whereas ours yielded 25-30 pods per plant. And that is with a healthy rainy season. If drought came, the difference would have been even more remarkable.

As a result of our exceptional crop performance we are the talk of the town. This was our intention. This demonstration plot will lead into teaching multiple short seminars on the benefit of both project management and planning principles and FGW techniques. Pray with us that the Lord will use these principles to thrust these folks from poverty.

The team returned to Turkana country for a follow-up mission this week. The mission team (see photo) included Silas, Henry, Tonny, me, and the coordinator John, who made the initial connections with the people in Lodwar. It was another long, hot and bumpy journey (photos). We experienced a broken rim on the bus in a bad area (photo). An official on the bus said the nearby herd of cows made him nervous because the Pokot shepherds are known to carry machine guns. He stated earlier armed locals robbed stranded folks of everything they had including their clothing. They would have seen some blinding whiteness if that happened to our bus! Well we arrived in Lodwar at about 10 PM and then ate dinner. I learned that our guest house is really a brothel. Praise God they change the bedding daily. Silas was teaching the working girls and convinced one to pack up and go home and she did. Praise God.

After dinner there was a terrible incident I hate to even describe. But things are different in the remote areas of the desert. A crowd had gathered around an unconscious man laying in the street. Bystanders said he was hit by a motorbike. No one lifted a finger to help him. Silas and Henry investigated first and then joined the rest of the team. They told me about the injured man and I went to see if we could get him to a hospital. Silas is the only one who tried to help me. We could not get a car and Silas wanted to put him on a motorbike. Then the crowd started changing their story and saying he was a robber who was injured by vigilantes for stealing a phone. Even my team discouraged any action. So we just let the man lay there. All I could think of was the parable of the good Samaritan. Even if he was a robber, I did not feel right but was powerless without their cooperation as I do not speak the languages necessary to get anything done. And assisting a robber is considered very wrong in Africa. I needed cooperation.

We returned to our room and called it a night. I pondered his injuries and concluded that whether he lived or died, local medical capabilities would not make the difference. He suffered blunt head trauma and was unconscious with occasional seizures. Not good. But Silas could not rest. He returned to the scene alone hours later and the man was alone in the street, the crown having disbursed. He had no money and it was the middle of the night. He just stayed there and the man eventually died. You see, Silas knew the crowd was lying. The person who instigated the stories was the murderer who fought him over a girl. I learned all this the next morning. This is a sad testimony of the severity of life in Africa and total disregard for our fellow man. Only Christ can change these people.

The next day we met in our guest house (brothel by night) to teach agricultural methods effective in their area. It was a modified version of Farming God’s Way. But their issues run deeper. No soil and no rain! That is a big problem for agriculture. But I taught them in the classroom and hands-on in the field to dig out a small area about 10 inches deep and import soil from ant hills, rich muck from the river flood plain, and compost. Then we applied about six inches of mulch over the new soil. Add water and voila! Wait for God to do the rest. We planted a bed of tomatoes (see photo) to test this at a pilot scale. If it works, they will be encouraged to take it to commercial scale. To do the project we purchased them a wheel burrow, shovel, jembe (heavy hoe), machete, and file to sharpen the tools.

The second agricultural project was evaluating a cooperative farm for irrigation. It is a farm managed by about 100 local Turkana people (photo) consisting of 100 acres (photo). It is located on a flood plain and is adjacent to the river, which is a dry bed much of the year. Now they wanted someone to come in and install a well and set them up. However, their water demands and the lack of power inhibit this as being practicable. I put my hydrogeologist hat on (I am a degreed geologist, geophysicist, and hydrogeologist) and scoped out their situation. They reside on a flood plain with water is less than 10 meters deep with loose fluvial sediments. Think big water demands. Think no power and no heavy equipment. Solution: irrigation pond. They need to get some cattle and dredge/scrape/plow a large pond and install a diesel pump. Think America before the invention of the excavator. Most of the ponds and lakes built in America were built this way. They really have everything they need to do the job. They just needed a push in the right direction. Besides that, if they really want a well, at 10 meters, they just need a shovel and a bucket. Their next assignment is to dig a hole and definitively determine depth to water and ensure bedrock is not encountered.

Next day was a trip to Lake Turkana. This was a two hour rough ride through the desert (photo). Occasional goats, camels, and Turkana villages are all that break up the barrenness. Once lakeside, we were greeted by the Chief who is also a pastor. He hosted the meeting. We then had to board a boat to access the peninsula where we would be teaching. For most of us, this was no big deal; but for Tonny and John: major problem. These guys feared the idea of traversing the one-mile harbor in a boat tremendously. After a half hour of cajoling them, we finally gave up and left them on shore. However, shortly after we left we saw them board another boat and follow us to the other side.

At the other side we watched the locals gather in their catch by net on shore (photo). It was incredible. Reminds me exactly of what James, John, Peter and Andrew experienced in Lake Galilee. Lake Turkana is an awesome fishing spot. It is so remote, and roads so bad, there are only boats on the lake that are locally made. Therefore, this enormous lake is barely fished. Results: some incredible fishing! I would love to take my boys here but the risks are too numerous.

I then taught a group of seven pastors and about 40 church members (photo) the Gospel of the Kingdom, house church planting, Luke 10 evangelism, and multigenerational discipleship. It was very well received. They said this was exactly what they needed to reach the unreached deep into the interior places.

During a break we wandered back to the lakeside. On shore someone just pulled in a 15-20 pound fish that looks like a bass (see photo). We bought several huge tilapia right there and ate good the next couple of days.

After the teaching the Chief insisted I come back. I want to, really, but my schedule and budget prohibit it. Now these folks are desperate for Bibles and I only wish I had carried more. I only brought five with me but had a few more at home but lacked room in my luggage. I will have to send them some somehow.

I just marvel at our God who put this vast resource in the middle of a desert. What a blessing for the local people. Without the lake, they would have nothing. Pray for the people Ferguson Gulf, Lake Turkana.

We them traveled back to Lodwar in preparation for the next meeting in Lokichar, about three hours from Lodwar. The next day we boarded a small van for Lokichar (photos of camels on the way). When we arrived at noon, we found five pastors who had been waiting for two days for us to arrive. Two pastors walked day and night 70 kilometers to attend the meeting. Another traveled 40 kilometers. Try to get an American who is that committed to learn from God!

I taught all day and they were blessed. These are serious folks and now they have been given knowledge and tools to reach deep into the interior places of Turkana land. We will marvel one day at the impact that the teachings and literature will have at reaching the unreached in this harsh area. These are literally unreached peoples we are talking about who do not even know about the Bible, God, and Jesus Christ. I praise God for the opportunity to mobilize the people who will reach them

So I want to thank all of you who have been praying with us and supporting this work financially. When this mission was launched, there remained only $792 in the mission bank account. Well, reaching the interior places is not cheap. We used a total of $752 to fund this mission. It is not easy work; the team endures many hardships to embark on missions to these remote areas. But we are willing, for the God we serve and the people we reach. However, we can’t do it without your help…both prayers and financial support.

God bless you.

Marc Carrier