An Earnest Appeal to People Who Give a Darn about the Spiritual Senses
… It’s my second day in Kenya. I’m here to teach pastors in Nairobi. It’s been a few years since I’ve spent time in Kenya. Coming from a leafy midwest autumn into the perpetual motion of Nairobi is jolting. Cars, buses, large trucks, motorbikes, bicycles, and pedestrians crowd together in the streets, weaving back and forth, yelling and blowing their horns and swerving, missing one another by inches. Lining the roads are ubiquitous stalls selling shoes, clothing, toys, vegetables, jewelry, and furniture—blocks and blocks of furniture, so much furniture you think there can’t possibly be one more stall, but there it is, and then another. Men in the long white robes of Islam and women in corresponding dress with heads covered mix with multitudes in jeans and short skirts and t-shirts and ballcaps. Trees with bright purple blooms hang over the streets and drop their petals on the passers-by. Words fail me as I try to describe the energy and joy and desperation and beauty and chaos of Nairobi. Continue Reading……