tic tacs, termites and tidings of joy

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Happy Easter,-  Greetings in the name of the Lamb.

I am writing despite the internet being down and the discovery that my last post has been lost into cyberspace. I find that I shall not let the excuses of technology ruin my resolve to keep some sort of record of this journey we are on.

The kids woke up to their first Easter ‘sans’ bunny Sunday.  There was a bit of confusion as they jumped from their bunks and made their way through the guest house.  “I guess the other kids got the candy first”, they announced to Jay and I (who groggily remembered that we had forgotten to dispense the candy throughout the room)  Another mythical fairytale bites the dust due to Mom and Dad’s exhaustion and forgetfulness. (We’ve had many close calls, mostly with the tooth fairy, the scapegoat has typically been the cat, but explaining the Chuckie Cheese coin under the pillow was tricky….) The kids however, in hopeful naivety  and forgiving spirits, started planning contingencies and alternative arrangements so that the Easter bunny can save face and maintain tradition.  There were innocent suggestion that perhaps when we get home to Kurungu the bunny will recall his error in having forgotten the Callaghan children.  I had however remembered to purchase some ‘treats’  as the typical jelly bean, marshmallow and chocolate assortment was unavailable, our Kenyan ‘easter stash’ was reduced to 5 sticks of gum, one chocolate egg and tic tacs.  The kids were giddy none-the-less and thus reinforced my conviction that where kids are concerned, less = more.

Last night, Jesse took the prize for embracing African culture more fully than any Callaghan to date.   In addition to his attempts at “Asante”  (the swahili word for thank-you) and his friendly greetings to any and all, which is also typically African in style, at supper last night, much to the shock and horror of Nathan (who actually yelled out so loud, it landed him in a time-out and scared a good proportion of the guests out of their seats)  Jesse caught and ate (partially,- that which I could not retrieve out of his mouth) a flying termite.  Apparently, they are edible, although usually they are dead and fried first.  Jesse was quite distressed that I would remove his animated and thus entertaining treat.

This morning we remembered our risen Saviour, the power of the Resurrection, the Lamb. We were reminded that Christ has given us all authority to do His work in this world.

And Yeshua spoke with them and He said to them, “All authority has been given to me in Heave and in the earth; in the manner in which my Father has sent me, I am sending you.”

There seem to be two pre-requisites to this unlimited power. First,  we need to be in the world and second we need to believe in the power He has provided.  I think in these days of pragmatism it is so easy to be guided by terms and ideas which are ‘safe, wise, efficient’.  We work hard to create reachable goals’ and pride ourselves in the constructs of our ‘realistic, tangible thinking’.  I wonder, were the disciples so deluded with realistic thinking and contingency planning that they failed to see and believe the impossible? Did they miss the power even though they had born witness to it time and time again. The impossible became possible. Death was overcome, victory was found in the form of a scarred yet resurrected Messiah!  And yet, do we believe and move beyond cognitive acknowledgement to a radical faith that compels action that, the same power on that first Easter Sunday, overcoming the shadows of death, continues to work today.  It continues to work in our lives, redeeming, restoring, renewing and replacing our small efforts with His divine goodness when we allow HIm.  He will work in us, through us, (and thankfully) despite us.

Let us not forget the power of the resurrection that is as just as great today as it was on Easter Sunday. Let us remember our calling to be in the world, bearing good fruit, revealing the Love that we have received,-the love of the Redeemer, the Saviour who seeks after the lost, who lifts up the poor and the needy, who raises the weak and regards the humble.

Today we bring tidings of great Joy, 41 Samburu in a place called Maralel professed their belief in Jesus!  (Many might remember that it was in the Fall in this town called Maralel that the Jesus film was first shown ever in Samburu language to the Samburu people.) It is a good reminder that God continues to be at work in the world, overcoming sin and spiritual blindness, doing what seems to be the impossible as He gathers the lost into His arms of grace.

Happy Easer. With love, rejoicing and humility,

The Callaghans