by Daniel Kenya

First I thank God for who He is and what He has done for me. Having been brought up in Kenya, I have had the privileged to observe and experience two different cultures. Sometimes it’s amazing to simply sit back and compare the similarities in these two cultures despite their much diversity. One thing I have come to find out is that “People are People”. Regardless of where they come from, they all have problems, and only one God who can solve them. For as long as I can remember, my family has always based their foundation on the Christian faith. As a kid, I never thought much of it, and I always assumed church was just a Sunday tradition.

One day after wasting our energy playing outside in the hot sun, my friend, Brian, and I went inside the house looking for something to eat. My mom was in the kitchen cooking, and thanks to our appeal she gave us some snacks. As we stood in the kitchen finishing our food, my mom began telling us about the joys of heaven and the sorrows of hell. It must have stuck with me because that’s exactly what I dreamed about that night.

In my dream, Jesus was coming back and a crowd was gathered to see him. To all those who were saved, he stretched out his hands and a red heart-like figure came to them. All those who received the red heart immediately went to where Jesus was standing in the clouds. I was still on the ground looking up, and before I knew it I was standing alone in complete darkness.

It must have been past midnight by now, and I woke up from my bed crying. I slowly walked towards my dad’s bedroom and knocked on the door. He opened the door, and with tears rolling down my face I told of my dream. After walking me back to my room, my dad told me about Jesus Christ and how Jesus desired to save me. I knelt beside my bed and asked Jesus to save me from all my sin. It was on a Friday on January 2002, and I was 10 at that time. Now I am 16, living in a different country, and I am glad the same God is still working miracles in my life. Six years ago I would have never imagined being where I am today. There must be a purpose as to why I am in America, and not striving for this purpose will definitely be the wrong thing to do. Please pray for me that I may endeavor to do whatever the Lord wants.

Psalms 117:1 "O praise the LORD, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people."