When You Pass Through The Waters, I Will Be With You..

Isaiah 43:2

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, you will not drown.

When you walk through the fire of oppression you will not be burned up;

the flames will not consume you.

We had the prveldged to witness 105 children from 9 area churches be baptized. 5 of them were our kids from Rehema. They walked from the church to the river accompanied by family, and church members all singing in celebration.

Kenya is a diverse country in terms of religion, with a variety of beliefs and practices.:

Christianity: This is the predominant religion, with approximately 80% of the population identifying as Christian. The majority of Christians in Kenya belong to various denominations, including Roman Catholicism, Protestantism (such as Anglicans, Baptists, and Pentecostals), and other evangelical groups.

Islam: Around 10-15% of the population practices Islam, primarily among coastal communities and in urban areas like Mombasa.

    Rehema is sponsored by The PEFA (Pentecostal Evangelistic Fellowship of Africa) Church is a Christian denomination in Kenya that is part of a larger network of Pentecostal churches across Africa. It’s roots go back to the United States of America, finding its beginning with the former Elim Missionaries started in Lima, New York

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    I Scream You Scream We all Scream for Ice Cream

    At night we celebrated with everyone an ice cream party. A very rare treat and once again want to thank the monetary donations that I received to be able to bring this joy to them.

    Mornings in Bukura

    Mornings in Bukura are truly my favorite time of day. There’s a silent peace that envelops the property as the night watchman makes his final rounds, quietly ensuring everything is in order before the home awakes. It’s a time when it feels cool, crisp and calm, and I am able to think about the day ahead without interruption.

    Wait a minute — that is not how it really is. I am usually awaken by the resident chickens, who like to start their waking duties at 530am. And if that wasn’t enough, the neighbor’s cow joins in the morning chorus. Who needs a snooze button when you have chickens and cows?

    One of the Aunties is already hard at work, starting the fire to prepare breakfast for the children before school. And, in the nursery, all 19 babies and toddlers are up, washed, and dressed, ready for day ahead. The mornings quickly go for peace and quiet to a lively and chaotic — and would not have it any other day.

    Helping Hands At Lunch

    I’m always amazed at how the older kids step up to help their younger siblings. It’s heartwarming to see the 6 and 7-year-olds feeding and caring for the babies. Here is Alec on the left, carefully feeding his little brother, while Timo was holding one of the younger ones during evening prayers. It feels like just yesterday when Alec and Timo were the ones being taken care of by their older brothers and sisters. It’s such a beautiful cycle of love and support!

    Evening Prayers

    Every night at 7pm all the children gather in the nursery to sing praises to Jesus and thank him for all that they have. The older children will recount a verse from the bible and practice “preaching”.

    If you every wanted to experience this type of day — you know who to ask!

    Lala Salama

    Habari From Rehema, Kenya

    Regina has the biggest smile with new bubbles and Pop Rocks

    Time is flying

    Wow today is Friday already! We got here on Sunday and hit the ground running and this is the first chance I have had chance to sit and reflect on our first week. In fact, we are already in Bukura for the next 5 days.

    24 + hours of traveling over 7,000 miles bringing 350 LBS of donations.

    Auntie Karen!!!

    Getting back to Kenya and Rehema Home has been such an experience already! Every time I return, it feels more familiar. Since my first trip in 2020, I’ve watched this place grow in my heart, and I can’t help but feel part of this community now. As soon as I arrived at the home in Nairobi and heard the shouts of “Auntie Karen!” from the kids, it immediately reminds me of what’s truly important ini my life.

    Christmas in February

    On Tuesday evening, we invited the young adults who have aged out of Rehema to join us at our guest house. These remarkable individuals are navigating the adult world, and one of our missions this year is to explore how we can support them in finding employment. Their survival skills and resilience are truly admirable. They’ve shared dreams of becoming everything from tour drivers to office administrators, fashion designers, and even Uber drivers.

    We wanted to bring some joy and fun so we decided to have a little Christmas in February. Complete with stockings and a snowball fight. Their aspirations were inspiring, and we are dedicated to helping them turn dreams into reality.

    Shopping In Nairobi

    After a much-needed rest and acclimation, we set out on a shopping adventure with Leann and Belinda. With the funds that were graciously donated, we were able to buy new sheets, towels, and fresh bedding for the children’s cribs. Of course, this took negotiation and keen bargaining, and we left with a items to make the children’s home feel a little more special. Just look at Nicolas’s face as he received his brand-new Spiderman towel and sheets -priceless!

    Lent

    This year we stayed with Anne and Steve at their home while in Nairobi for the first part of the trip. They invited me to their church for Ash Wednesday. There were more than a few jokes about how my ashes were seen as the only white person at the service of over 100’s of Kenyans. It was a beautiful service. The mass was in English and the music in Kiswahili. I tried my best to sing along with the words projected on the wall and decided to just clap and dance instead.

    Bukura and Baby Bound

    Friday — for another break of dawn flight – we headed to the other Rehema Home in Bukura, Kenya. A quick 40 minute flight and 2 hour drive we arrived at a place that is truly special to me. It was here that I first was introduced to Rehema Home – spending 2 weeks at a time for 3 years in a row. Of course we headed to the babies immediately.

    I had a wonderful visit with an old friend in town about a new mission—taking care of families in need and how to bring some hope and much-needed help to them.

    There is so much faith here and so much need—I truly feel I am in the right place to serve.

    Warsaw: History, Heartbreak, and Hope

    The Palace of Culture and Science

    I was a bit intrepid coming to a big city after spending time in quaint old towns. I expected all that typically comes with it. The tourist traps, people hawking you, dirty, homeless, needing to hide your wallet in a money belt, and not venturing too far from your hotel. Warsaw was quite the opposite. Over the three days we were here I walked everywhere, sometimes with the group and often by myself and felt completely safe and at ease. Thomasz explained there is a crime measurement used for traveling. Mexico is the highest in the 90’s with New York in the 70’s. Poland is 4. The city is growing as more businesses are moving here because of its strategic location, economic opportunities and quality of life. However, there is a constant reminder everywhere of struggles and resilience of the polish people. The picture above shows an older building with a backdrop of more modern ones. The older building was a gift from Stalin in the 50’s when Poland was under communist rule. They considered tearing it down and kept it up as a reminder that they would never let that happen again.

    Walking Through Time – The Royal Way and Old Town

    Above are pics of the Warsaw historic Royal Route, a path once reserved for kings and dignitaries.

    We strolled through old town and stopped at 11:15 to hear a bugle playing from the clock tower. It happens daily and commemorates the moment the clock on the Castle Tower stopped on September 17, 1939, during the bombing of Warsaw by German planes.

    We also had the opportunity to see the changing of the guards at the monument of the unknown soldier. It was created in 1924 to honor those died in WW1. On December, 28 1944 the Germans blew up the Saski Palace where it stood. The building was destroyed, but a fragment of the colonnade over the tomb partially survived. According to an unconfirmed legend, the German sapper did not dare to blow up the grave where the unknown soldier was buried and did not plant explosive charges there.

    I decided to find a sidewalk restaurant for a late lunch. Nope did not have pierogi and this time Kielbasa!

    We stopped into Holy Cross church and I lit a candle for Mom and Aunt Pat in front of the Sacred Heart alter.

    The Jewish Experience in Warsaw

    On Sunday we went spent the majority of the day learning about the Jewish people of Poland—from the earliest immigration from Germany, through the horrors of the Holocaust, to the present-day efforts to preserve their culture and memory. We visited the POLIN Museum of the History and afterwards saw a portion of the actual ghetto wall. Horrifying.

    A Salute to Ukraine

    After a listening and learning about the wars this country has suffered we had the privilege of having a private Ukrainian dinner in our hotel. The owner of the hotel spoke to us about how Poles opened their houses and hearts to refugees to help their neighbor. They had complete empathy for those that are suffering what they themselves did. He had families living at the hotel that became workers and sang for us and spoke about the ongoing war in Ukraine. Their stories were raw and real, filled with resilience. We all stood when they played the Ukrainian national anthem in solidarity.

    I leave Warsaw with a fuller heart—and a deeper understanding of what it means to endure, rebuild, and keep singing.

    To Warsaw

    Toward the Capital, with Stories Along the Way

    Second Sighting

    On the road to Warsaw we stopped at an open air museum to experience a rural community in Sierpc. It was important to see since the majority of Poland is fields and farms. The word “pole” in Old Slavic refers to a field or open land, suggesting that the Polans were associated with the flat, agricultural landscape of the region.

    Before boarding for Warsaw, Tomasz our guide treated us to a tasting of Goldvasser. I really think he wanted everyone to take a nap to make the drive go by faster.

    Before the nap he shared some information on family life.

    • Generous family support: A one-time $1,250 grant for newborns, $200 monthly child benefit until age 18, and a full year of paid maternity leave—plus two more years with full insurance coverage.

    • Multigenerational households: Grandparents, parents, and children often share a home in the countryside, with strong family ties and shared responsibilities.

    • Education: Begins at age 7 with strong public schools, and a tracked high school system that pushes students to choose their academic paths early. University education? Free.

    • Healthcare: Theoretically universal, but practically overburdened—giving rise to a parallel system of private care.

    • Retirement: Women retire at 60, men at 65—acknowledging, perhaps without saying it, the unpaid labor women often carry.

    • The national pride in homeownership (84%!) stems from a post-communist policy where people could buy the homes they lived in for a fraction of their value. It was a rare, sudden opportunity to own—and most people took it.

    • Over 20 million poles live outside of the country and surprise surprise The biggest place where poles live is United States around 10 million. The biggest Polish US city and is the second largest Polish city in the world only Warsaw more Polish people live in Chicago.

    • 86% Catholic, which is quite a percentage, but what is also interesting at 13% unspecified who are ones that were born and raise Catholics, but that’s certain point kind of decided to stay away from religion.

    Poland is not so much none for its cuisine. Here, the diet is simple, natural, and meant to fuel a hardworking life. No processed foods.

    Speaking of :

    We arrived in Warsaw and you guessed it, out for a traditional dinner:

    Pierogi: 4

    Wozniak sighting : 2 – see pics above!

    Frédéric Chopin

    Famous composer was born here and after dinner we were treated to a private concert featuring his music in the hotel salon.

    Touring Turon,a Castle, and a Pierogi Key Ring

    On Thursday, we left Gdansk and headed to Turon.

    First stop the Malbork Castle.

    It’s the largest brick castle in the world and once housed the kings of Poland—walking through it felt like stepping into a medieval time machine.

    After lunch of traditional Polish food we headed to Turon. It is one of Polands best kept secrets. It is this little town full of quiet, everyday Polish life. Think cobbled streets, local bakeries, and not a single Starbucks in sight.

    It is unique in that it is the only town that survived the destruction of WW2 so it had real Gothic architecture and nothing rebuilt.

    I stayed at Hotel Solaris, right in the heart of the old town. Super cozy, old world charm and actual Skelton keys to open your door.

    What really struck me? 90% of the tourists were Polish. It was a town for locals, by locals. There was not very much tourist traps except maybe the pierogi key ring I bought at a souvenir stand. LOL

    Come on, how can you resist.

    Pierogi vs Wozniak Count:

    Pierogi 3: Had them for dinner again including strawberry ones with fresh cream.

    Wozniak 1: no sightings on this part of the trip.

    In Search of Me and My Family

    My Grandfather is top right.

    June 10 -11. I made it to Poland. It has been a trip in the making for years, and, when I say years I mean decades. I grew up my entire life celebrating holidays with polish traditions. Making pierogi, celebrating Vigilia, conking eggs, dressing up for school projects, getting baskets of food blessed at Sacred Heart, and most importantly listening to my dziadkowie (grandparents) and father talk in polish when little.

    My grandfather and all great grandparents were born here. We have pictures, documents, passports, news paper clippings and immigration information. It is now a matter of connecting all it to complete the family tree. This trip is just the start of that search with a tour of this country starting in Gdansk.

    Witam to Gdansk

    Our hotel was just steps away from the Motława River where on both sides is filled with shops and restaurants. One side built up over 8 years ago. I am in awe of the growth of this city given that 85% of it was completely destroyed in the WW2.

    After the war vs today.

    We walked the cobblestone streets of Old Town filled with Gothic churches and medieval gates, and reconstructed buildings in its original style

    Where WWII Began

    Here’s something wild: World War II actually began in Gdańsk, or just outside it, at a place called Westerplatte. On September 1, 1939, German forces fired the first shots of the war here.

    The Birthplace of Solidarity

    But Gdańsk isn’t just where war began and lost its freedom but also where it started to get it back.

    In 1980, workers at the Lenin Shipyard went on strike, demanding better conditions and political reforms. Led by Lech Wałęsa, these weren’t just protests—they sparked the Solidarity movement (Solidarność), the first independent trade union in the Soviet Bloc.

    The strike inspired millions across the country, and eventually led to negotiations that helped end communism. Of course the Soviet’s induced Marshall law in 1981- 1989 and once again under communist rule designated the country.

    Think about it, it has only been since 1989 that this country has been a free nation. Our guide remembers the long bread lines and cannons in the streets. The acts of the soviets are still visible. Blocks of cement apartment buildings which were erected for citizens are everywhere. They have since started to paint them colors to slowly erase the memory.

    Pierogi, Vodka, Wozniak and Other Small World Encounters.

    On to more fun things. We ended our night with a vodka tasting and a Polish charcuterie board complete with Platki. I thought I was having brunch at home!

    Our guide who is from Krakow informed me that Rochester is the sister city of Krakow and because of this spent a year as an exchange student going to Gates Chili High School.

    Let’s Keep Score

    Wozniak sighting: 1 The receptionist at the hotel was a Wozniak

    Pierogi eating 2: For lunch and on the charcuterie board.

    Last day in Bukura

    We had a parting shot of all of us in Bukura before we left for Nairobi. You see in the picture the children, Aunties and us. We were not leaving until 7pm out of Kisumu so had most of the day to finish up projects, play with the kids and say our goodbyes. Our projects were to patch and paint the dining area which Mr. Tom and I tiled years ago. The table that the young ones eat at was missing a bench on one side and broken on the other. Myson replaced the benches and reinforced the table. He also fixed the kitchen roof from leaking and secured the current roof. We all felt we left the place a little better then when we arrived.

    Belinda and Kevin came home today from boarding school – common for high school in this area. I ended up walking into the village with Kevin and Lois to repair Kevin’s phone so that he could use the headphones I bought him. Doesn’t matter if you are an 18 year-old in a village in Africa or a town in the US — music and a phone are critical. We stopped at the store for a cold drink and a treat of chocolate.

    Lois, Kevin and Karen

    As we gathered in the yard to say our goodbyes Myson entertained the kids with a demonstration of his ability to ride a unicycle — and juggling. At one point had Timo on his shoulders while juggling. A man of many talents and such a blessing to have him on our trip and with us.

    Over the years I have grown close to the ladies that take care of me and the children. Saying goodbye is always hard and I leave knowing that the children will be loved and taken care of. I promised to return and made them the same promise again.

    We headed back to Nairobi to have another meeting with the PEFA Board on Wednesday for lunch and game night with the young adults. There are many of the children of Rehema that have “aged” out and on their own. Some of them work for Rehema – as we do – and invited them over for a pizza party and game night. When I asked Wesley where to get the pizza he said — why Domino’s of course!

    On The 7th Day……….

    Hand in Hand Across the Continents

    Today, we all went to church with the older kids. It’s part of PEFA, which stands for Pentecostal Evangelistic Fellowship of Africa. PEFA actually traces its roots back to the US, with the former Elim Missionaries Evangelistic Association started by Apostle Ivan Q. Spencer from Lima, New York. I hadn’t even heard of Elim until I met Rehema, and practically in my back yard. Alex, who grew up in Rehema, Nairobi, is at Elim on a scholarship and staying at my home to take care of my cats. So basically, I came to Africa to look after his home while he’s looking after mine.

    We walked to church, which was just a quick 3/4 mile down the street. Along the way, we passed a bunch of folks heading to their own churches and saw cows and sheep munching on grass by the sides. The service is a total change from what I’m used to from my Catholic upbringing. It’s super lively, dynamic, and full of energy, packed with music and people really getting into the worship!

    We were greeted at the church and told to head to the front to say hi to everyone. It felt great to see some familiar faces and get big handshakes and hugs. Myson was asked to share a message as a guest, and presented a wonderful lesson about Cain and Able.

    The afternoon was mix of playtime, gift giving and patching and prepping the wall in the dining room for a fresh coat of paint tomorrow. The night ended with devotions, praying and bible reading — and rounds of games.

    I hope your Sunday was as wonderful and fulfilling as mine.