Christian service is not theoretical at RVA. It's practiced vigorously. On Saturday, September 4, Jim, seven students and two other RVA staff members joined a local Kenyan school teacher and her students in clearing trash from the roadside between the school and the highway.That was not the only Christian service that day. On the highway on top of the escarpment above Kijabe, some of our young boys were helping and ministering to the young men selling roasted maize to passersby. At the RVA gate, young people were cleaning and painting the guardhouse.
Left behind to take care of a dozen matters for my English class, I took a break to check on an injured friend. As I crossed the campus, there on our elementary or "Titchie" playground were RVA children and staff hosting children from a nearby orphanage. The girls and the female staff wore skirts in respect for local customs as they led the children in play on the swings and jungle gyms. Later, I heard lyrical young Kenyan voices echoing sweetly on the covered Titchie court behind our home.
Later, I saw some of my seventh grade girls with wraps over their jeans off-loading from a school van, fresh from ministering to still more children down at the displaced persons camp. A little "Brit" explained, "We played 'Duck, Duck, Goose', but we couldn't call it that, because there is no word for 'duck' in Swahili." They then led the children in another game in which they were supposed to sit in a circle, but my young friend said, "They sat in a squashed, sort of o-vally thing, shaped like an eye."
The needs are great in our community, but no one is judged too young to minister.
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