Look at these beauties! Oh the difference love makes!
They are off to visit their siblings. See why this is important in our August newsletter.
Kate, Grace, Mildred, Sarah Apiyo, Sarah Muthoni, Mary, Beatrice, Makena, Edith, and Butterfly are all gone for the night. Leaving myself (Johnny,) Andrew, Mercy, Teresa, Emma, and `Eowyn here at the Prancing Pony.
I am alone, almost.
Eat to live or live to eat? Which one is it? Kate believes we should eat to sustain ourselves. Eat the correct combination of nutrients to keep the body going. Enjoyment while eating is not necessary. I on the other hand love food. The art in creating something flavorful and lovely. Food is beautiful. (Kate enjoys the art of creating food as well, she just doesn't want us to think she likes eating it.)
Why can't it be both?
We buy food to sustain the children we live with. Flour, beans, vegetables, and we aim for meat once or twice a week. We take what could be just plain old rice and beans and apply cooking magic to it. Presto! Burritos and spanish rice. Fiesta! I grill the meat, which somehow I don't understand why, transforms plain smelly sheep into something otherworldly and delicious.
One of our goals when we started off with orphan-care was to give the children food that was worthy of eating. Meals that I, Johnny, would want to eat. Food that cost more than a dollar.
Food is the great equalizer. When we sit with our children to eat, we all sit together. One family. Visitors even have to squeeze in with us. We use food to help replace some dignity that was stolen from our girls by a culture that does not value them properly.
Unfortunately too often orphans are made to serve the "family" and have to eat in the kitchen or after all the rest have eaten. Orphaned girls living with an aunt would not expect to share in any meat or special meal. Harsh, but it is a reality for too many.
Thankfully for our girls they are orphans no more. Last time I chowed down on a pork chop while sitting next to Edith (our youngest Kenyan,) who was also enjoying some pork fat. (Albeit I did add jalapenos to mine. Which she bravely tried at one point, and promptly downed a glass of water.)
Live to eat, eat to live with someone who needs love.
Hey guys and gals!
This post is a gentle reminder that we are a non profit organization supported by people like you.
We care for lots of people, and we cook over 52 meals a day. We love people getting to know us on Facebook, and we appreciate all of the comments and questions.
If you would really like to help, donate some cash to go along with those FB likes. We could always use money.
Last month, we spent 71% of donations on groceries alone.
Here's the breakdown:
Fyi. Our family is the size of FOUR families. Here's July's income and expenditures.
As you can see, we really need more monthly supporters. So if you would like to join us in caring for orphans, just donate on the button in the side bar!
Grace practicing her recorder.
A post of lists about living on The Shire.
We hang out on various social media type sites. Some of them we use more often than others, and some we haven't yet figured out. If we roam the same networks go ahead and connect with us.
We have a Facebook page for A Future and a Hope: Just click on the badge below to go to our page: We also have personal pages, feel free to send a friend request.
Kate has a YouTube channel. KatesKenyanKitchen. We are planning several new videos, including tag team efforts between she and I. Could get messy.
I (Johnny) like reading, and hang out on Shelfari and Goodreads. Speaking of reading I do have an Amazon wish list:
When I started this journey I never imagined it would bring me to rural Kenya. My thoughts tended to sway towards me teaching the masses theology and preaching inspiring sermons which brought people to change. Building a hip, relevant, and smooth running church seemed like a grand place for my life to end up. Digging in the dirt, not what I had in mind. Living with fourteen children certainly had not occurred as a logical path for Johnny's life.
I made a mistake one day. I chose to believe Matthew 25:45 as true.
45 Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’
Since this story conveyed truth to me then the pursuit of religion and my dreams of teaching and inspiring crowds of people were no longer relevant for my life.
Upto that moment I had belonged to a religion, Christianity, that had a vague resemblance to Jesus. From time to time my Christianity and Jesus walked the same road.
From time to time was not enough anymore. If I was to follow Jesus, I had to forsake all. Sounds easy, but the path has not always been so smooth.
Now, today, I have no religious practice as part of my faith. My faith is not orgainized around a meeting on Sunday, nor a man standing behind a lectern with a tiny mic stuck to the side of his face, nor a holy book. If you examine my life you will find no regularly scheduled prayers, rites, nor any other religious practice. Instead I am walking with Him. Trying to keep it fresh each and every day. I walked out of the building and into a slum. Out of the Book and onto a farm.
I am trying to follow Jesus. Feels good right now, tomorrow might be more of a struggle. I have committed to myself to keep walking.
This can look different for all of us. You might thrive with Him in a religious setting. Cool. Just do not spend too much time sitting in a pew. I did.