My first church experience was indeed an encounter. I sat down by an elder on a small bench in a crudely built block building. Quickly, I became faint and found myself sliding onto the floor. I picked myself up, shrugged and sat down again by a man named Samuel; who I later learned was another of the first three Maasai to become Christian. Again I slid on to the floor, and again.
Finally, I staggered across the room and asked about this man beside me on the bench. I was told that he did amazing things like raise the dead. So, I came to understand that I was there for what the Maasai could teach me.
A few days later, through an interrupter, I had opportunity to ask Samuel questions beginning with “I understand that you have raised the dead?”
“I got to be there when the Lord raised them,” he replied.

The Maasai generally believe that there are two gods. One is a good god, who wants to bless man, and one is evil god that wants to destroy man. They believe that the good god gave instructions to man on how to live, but man messed up and became cursed.
So we begin by building on that concept. The good God had a Son, who gave His life that we shall not be cursed…

A tall, young Maasai man lingered about the home of my dear friend, Pastor Josiah Muesha in Imaroro. It was late in the day, when I realized this handsome young man was waiting to speak with me; the shadows had stretched away from the African sunset when I was finally introduced to Joseph Keretho. I learned Joseph was the Son of Samuel and a student in college. College had become too expensive for his father of more than eighty years of age, with the only resource being the family’s cattle.
Little did I know that Joseph would be the medical doctor to help bring forth the prevention and cure for Malaria and more...