A Full Day
I love the feeling at the end of a day where you worked hard especially when you get to be part of something that is lifegiving; you are tired, but you are fulfilled. Today I was able to share a brief outline of Methodist history, polity, and Theology with leaders of First UMC Moheto parish. I say parish because there are 4 churches in Pastor Kennedy’s district, and they all work together, learn from one another, and participate as one church in multiple places. Today was wonderful, but by the end of the day I was ready for a rest.
Part of Pastor Patrick’s work over the last few months has been to work on a Methodism curriculum to help train lay leaders of First Moheto, modeling the curriculum off our newcomer class. Pastor Kennedy asked Central to help create a curriculum that can be shared digitally with the possibility of in person zoom teaching in the future. Patrick is developing the curriculum as his ordination project for the Western North Carolina Conference and has already recorded some of the teaching sessions.
I used Patrick’s outline to each 30 lay leaders from Kennedy’s District and wow are those leaders dedicated. We started at 11:30 AM with worship, took one break for bathroom and tea, a short lunch break, and finished around 5:30 PM. In total, I was teaching for close to 4+ hours, which is entirely too long to listen to me talk. Pastor Benedict, one of the District’s pastors, served as my translator and worked so hard to understand my southern US accent and translate it into Swahili. My favorite part of the teaching was the dialogue with the lay leaders as we worked together on questions surrounding theology and polity.
After the session I went to see where Elnora (Kennedy’s wife) sells fabric and plastic goods to market shops on the Tanzania border. What struck me in the moment was that we were walking to go see some dresses and the market shops and suddenly, I hear, “Pastor, Pastor.” We are 20 miles or so from Moheto and there is someone who knows Kennedy and knows him as pastor. Pastors in Kenya are pastors for the entire community. The UMC pastors I have met know everyone in the town/village where they serve, and they are truly connected to the community. Moreover, the members of the community are connected to one another and rely on one another for all aspects of life. Kennedy, Elnora, and I ate dinner together at the hotel where I was staying, our waitress was one of Kennedy’s students when he was a teacher 11 years ago. It was a wonderful day.
I forgot one thing about the day that made an impression on me, lunch. Members of First UMC made lunch for one another and for the leaders gathered for training. Everyone sat around table, shared laughter, and love with one another. It was a beautiful sight. I am reminded once again that relationship and table do not need translation. It is no wonder that when Jesus knew he was to die and could do anything with his disciples, he ate with them.
Until tomorrow,
Peace,
Luke