Arriving in the land of the Maasai

Two pastor friends that we’ve known throughout our time here in Kenya invited Andrew and me to visit them. Their homes were 30 to 50 kilometers from any type of city—or civilization, for that matter. We were in the bush.  And I loved it.

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The first night we arrived in a town called Kiserian. From there, we loaded the back of a pickup truck with about 20 other people for a 30-kilometer journey. 

We drove up and down the mountainside, through twists and turns, led by the light from the moon. Every now and then, the truck would stop and a person or two would get out to venture into what seemed like nothing.

After some time it was our stop. I looked around, and I didn’t see a path in sight—much less any homes. It was our turn to disappear into the darkness. We wandered around in the wilderness and arrived at our destination, a cowdung hut—Isaac’s home.

The way the moon was shining on the hut, it reminded me of the wise men following the start to where Jesus was. Until I fell asleep I was just in awe of how beautiful things were, how big the world was, and how much Christ loved me. I was merely a single grain of sand beneath my toes in compared to the vastness of Christ and eternity.

Al Johnson from the University of Texas at San Antonio is a student missionary correspondent with Go Now Missions.


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