Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Day 2 Emarti, Kenya

Two and a half hours south of Nairobi, we're in the bush. Everything is packed up on a Land Cruiser, our off road, bush running, hard core 4 wheeler, and off we go.Emarti is one of the MoM projects with 250 children, isolated in the bush, but surrounded by many who love them.

We picked up along the way, Julius, a nurse who runs a clinic in Kajiado, and Mary a community health worker. I had met them in May 2008 and wrote about the hidden haven for phyically disabled children that Julius runs. Julius is also physically disabled, having had polio at a very young age.

When we arrived we were greeted by a large throng of singing children

and Masai women who wore traditional beaded jewlery and dress. To see the contrast from us and them is beyond description, but one thing was clear - human dignitiy, personhood, and acceptance as one who is valued, is never to be taken for granted. We are those who ahve. They are those who have not. With little time to spare, we set up our exam stations outside and we started. And I mean outside. We had about 6 hours of day light to see a bunch of children, and get out of the bush before dark. Each of us had a small table from which we worked from, the children coming to us one by one, getting examined then off to pharmacy for meds.Hours later we were done. We had seen all 250 of the children and then some. Several children stood out: one boy with HIV/AIDS and 2 children who were mentally handicapped. Even with those limitations, and in an isolated environment, they were as much of the family of forgotten children as the rest. Well cared for, loved, and counted as persons.

As we wrapped things up we were gifted with song and dance, jewelry, and love. And on the way home we saw giraffe, gazelle, and zebras.

There is no better way to spend a day with God than to be doing what we did today. Giving, receiving, and living in grace.

In all things give thanks,