Sunday, January 22

“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others.  When others are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.”  2 Corinthians 1:4

Glory to God and I thank him for every blessing in my life.  It’s been 7 months since I’ve been back to Kenya and with the people I admire most.  The Lord directed me to speak to the young boys in a small village last year and those memories of how the Holy Spirit intervened was a feeling I have longed for ever since we left.  Today, I find myself walking over the bridge that leads me back to the same dirt floor classroom where, through God, boundaries were broken, hearts changed, old customs shattered, and God’s light shinning brighter.

Last year, I spoke about being Men of God and what it means to love, respect and what it says in the Bible about being a true Christian Man.  I talked about rape and violence and that God will always love you even after bad things come across our paths.  Today, I asked the young boys if they remembered our talk from last year and it blessed my heart that they all nodded yes.  They sat there and smiled and one of the older boys stood up and with a grin whispered, “I knew you were coming back.”  Emotions and chills came over me and I whispered back, “God loves you and so do I.”

As everyone sat down and we went through everyone’s names as a refresher, from the time that had passed, I started off the talk with prayer.  Praying for the Holy Spirit to come over me and speak the words that maybe just one needed to hear or all.  Praying for them, their families, their health and for the young boys who were at the age and class to take their test that would direct them in their future.  After the prayer I gave each boy a sheet of paper that I prepared before I left home and started to speak.  I felt the same breeze of wind flow through the classroom windows that I had felt before and knew that the Lord’s presence was there.

We talked about right verses wrong and what the Bible has to say about it.  We talked about how knowing what to do and what not to do reflects on us, and how we are supposed to be a Christian and that our actions reflect who we are.  We talked about how doing the wrong things and knowing that they are wrong doesn’t shine God’s light to ourselves and others around us.  We talked about sin.  When I told the boys that even when you know what the right thing to do is and you don’t take action and sit and let it pass, that is the same as sinning.  I believe that really hit home for them.  I tried to use examples of helping the older women carrying water or bringing firewood home each night and that you should help and not sit and watch.  They nodded their heads and understood how it pleases God to help others.

After that I talked about giving God the glory in everything that we do.  When they help their parents and others in their daily chores or get paid for selling items in the market that they should not give themselves credit, but praise God and give him the glory so he will continue blessing them.  Some of the boys stood up and gave examples of how they can give glory to God and smiled while they were talking.  I tried to hold my excitement in as only 7 months ago they would barely speak out loud and timid to any responses.  Their interaction with the verses and discussions amazed me and I sat there once again humbled by this experience.

As my time with them came again to an end, I closed in prayer thanking God for allowing me to come back to this place and see His face through these young boys.  My heart was full of love for them and my compassion for who they are, will only be strengthened each time I visit.

I thank God for the blessing I received and hope that others will be blessed by this experience.  The ministry  this organization has started is amazing and through God is changing lives.  Lives that only months ago I didn’t know existed, and now I’m a better person knowing who they are and blessed to shake their hands.


Giving God the Glory,

Adam Stluka


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