You're probably only singing the above line to yourself if you were once an Eagle's fan.
Church on Sunday morning was a lively two-hour affair with the visitors (us) placed, as is customary, in the front row. Worship was exuberant, with much dancing, jumping, clapping and ululating. We all went up front to put our offering in the basket. Gary (my co-teacher in Bible Pathways) preached an excellent biblical message, and there were a couple of guest artists who lip synced to their recordings. After the service, every hand had to be shaken in a long line.
The Turkana people are passionate for God, warm and welcoming.
After lunch, we bundled into a school bus to head to Lake Turkana on, arguably, one of the worst roads in the world. Normally the ministry uses a four wheel drive truck, but it was unavailable. Most unfortunate. The drive was 7 1/2 hours round trip, including off-road detours around washed out bridges.
But the deep-green lake that is the second largest in Africa and goes up into Ethiopia, provided the perfect venue to baptize perhaps 30 believers from the surrounding villages. It was neat to be able to step back and let two from my team, Steve and Wayne, help with the baptisms. Good is definitely at work in Turkana.
The way home seems even more bumpy. After 7 hours without facilities, some are about ready to burst, so we stop at a strategic place with a defile on either side. Women head toward the Acacia trees on one side, men on the other.
