However, I consider my life worth nothing to me,
if only I may finish the race and complete the
task the Lord Jesus has given me — the task
of testifying to the gospel of God's grace
Acts 20:24





























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Driving to get into the bush to get to these isolated Maasai groups is slow going and tough - especially in the rainy season.  The airplane eliminates these barriers to the gospel and reduces travel time from 5 hours to 25 minutes by flying over this terrain.

    


The drought and ensuing famine is awful.  As we drove through the bush we came across this Maasai man and boy standing next to this dying cow.  The cow would die for sure if they can't get it up on its feet. They need to get it to live until the rains come but they themselves are too weak to help the cow up.  We helped them get the cows to thier feet in hopes that it would live until the rain came and the cows could become healthy enough provide them with food again.
 


This was another of the many cows we saw lying on the ground too weak to get up.  This one had been left for dead. We were on our way to take part in a prayer meeting with some Maasai believers to pray for rain.  Believing God was going to deliver these people from the drought and famine, we picked up the cows we found hoping God's coming rain would provide sustinence for the Maasai and they would not starve. 
  

This Maasai village was dying.  The whole place reeked of death.  These next 9 photos I took inside and around this village.  The people were nearly starved, there were dead cows littering the landscape, and the smell I will never forget - it was a smell of death and disease permeating the air.  This "structure" was a Maasai "house" under construction.  It is sticks tied together with grass and then walls are made by caking cow dung onto the sticks.  These are lived in until the termites eat them from the inside out and fall down. 
 

This cow was lying here kicking its legs literally on its last breath.  The Maasai worship the cow and will not kill it.  Once its dead they will use its skin though.  When we drove back out of the bush that afternoon this cow had been skinned leaving yet another rotting carcass.  

                                            

  Dead cows cover the ground everywhere we go....  The carcassas rot in the hot Africa sun right outside their huts.
 

These Maasai women were sharing with us about their situation and in the background their Chief is approaching to talk to us.  This particular chief has 4 wives.

The picture to the right is a Maasai Chief at another village we stopped at telling about how he had 300 cows die in the last few days and how several Maasai men have committed suicide by drinking the dip poison they put on thier arrow tips for hunting.  They killed themselves because the could not stand to see thier beloved cows die.  They are decieved and it is killing them, eternally.

   



   


This picture of Heather is from the inside of a Maasai hut.  The sound of the termites is astounding.  These things literally get eaten from the inside out and fall down.  This is their home which is one room about 6 feet by 6 feet inside.  These two guys on the right are Joseph and Andrew who are Christians.  They live about an hour and a half (through the bush) from the people in the pictures above.  What a difference between the two groups to see Christ in these guys!  On the right is Joseph.  He is an awesome preacher.  He was told that I was a pilot who came to Africa to bring an airplane to minister to the needs of the people in these remote places and to bring the gospel.  He pulled me aside at one point to tell me he started praying in February of '05 for an airplane to come to them.  In faith he even set apart a piece of his land and cleared it for an airstrip and showed it to me.  I was blown away....  God placed a huge burden on me for the unreached in May of  '05 by calling me to take the gospel to the remote places with an airplane and then He led me to Tanzania.  I believe I am going to Tanzania because of the direct prayer for help by peope like Joseph and others who I haven't even met yet.
 

One of the things we do can do during famine is to bring out Maize and bean seed.  We gave it to the pastor to distribute.



It had not rained here for over one year. Not a drop.  About a month before this prayer meeting some Maasai witchdoctors had made big deal about making a blood sacrifice trying to please the gods to bring rain.  Their gods provided nothing.  This is a picture of the prayer service held asking the Almighty God of heaven for rain. The presence of God here was indescribable.  The faith of these believers in the face of where they live is inspiring.  These believers told the witchdoctors they were having a prayer service asking the True God for rain and invited them to come.  They declined.

This man in the blue is James, the pastor.  He has had an illness for a long time that slowly takes over the body and now he has low energy making it hard to get around.  He got it from drinking bad cow milk. He has been unable to get treatment because he cannot get out of the bush to get his shots.  All he needs is a series of 15 shots but cannot get them because of the remoteness of the area and his need to stay with his cows to try to keep them alive.  This is a simple treatment that can be accomplished in about a 20 minute medical trip using the airplane.

 

We took a picture of this cloud on the way out of the bush.  That one puffy cloud with rain under it on the left is over the valley where we had the prayer service.  We knew God had proven Himself as Jehovah Jireh, The Provider.  After no rain for over one year it rained on that village for the next 4 days straight.  He is a God who answers prayer.

  
   
  I flew South in this Cessna Caravan for 1 1/2 hours which would have been an 18 hour drive.  The need for missionaries and airplanes who can care for critical needs is hard to imagine.  I am told that there are less than 100 planes in the whole country. 

 


If you can see the hat in the middle that is me getting mobbed by kids in Magugu.  I took thier picture and they were ready to knock me down to get a look at the screen of my digital camera to see themselves.  These kids attend a Christian school that the Joshua Foundation started and trained the teachers for. The kids are taught academics and the Word of God.  In a place of spiritual darkness and lack of education.  It is a joy to see them after they've come to know Jesus  and get lit up with the knowledge and grace of God.  These will be the future leaders of Africa who will make a difference that only the Lord could bring through them.  These schools need frequent visits, training and oversight and are in remote places that are hard to get to frequently enough because driving is difficult and dangerous.




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