Ain't no mountain high enough...

Today we climbed Mount Machakos -- actually, that's not what it's called. It's something else. I just have no idea what the real name is. (My friend is here and he's saying something about Mount Eveti. Perhaps that's what it is. Perhaps not. Does it matter?)

As we went along, we gathered more and more of a crowd. The little African children just came flowing out of the schoolyards and huts to see us strange white people. The first time someone showed them they could see their pictures on the backs of our strange camera things, they just went CRAZY. (This is Janna, showing them. This is actually a small throng of African children compared to what we had later.)















This is what I mean by CRAZY. They would do this whenever you'd take a picture or even have your camera out.















Later it was more like a little sea flowing along the mountain with us. They all wanted to hold our hands. All wanted to have their pictures taken. John and I had a disagreement about which picture I'd use here, so I put up both. I hope you're not sore about that.
















This lady was also pretty amazed by the camera thing, so we gave her a look, too. She was really pleased.














Juliana (MK, 5-years-old) was a trooper and came all the way to the top with us. She demanded not to be carried for as long as possible, but it ended up we had to take shifts at the end. I had the last mile. It was great. (I feel so sore.)















This is my favorite picture. You see tons of the little kids with these knit caps on, as if it's below zero outside. I suppose 60 or 70 degrees is cold to them.















I really can't get over how many kids there were up there, tucked away on that mountainside. You would never guess it from looking up at it from campus. As I was reflecting on it in a letter to a friend today, I can see how God used the experience to make me see the bigger picture. There are so many people out there that don't know Jesus--people we can't even see. And I'm just so thankful God brought me here, if for nothing else than to further realize the reality of the lost. There are so many. It's hard not to get overwhelmed.