Folks,
You never cease to encourage me. This past weekend I shared with you an immediate need to care for a global partner which includes a few of our own people who are going through a very difficult time because of persecution. Without hesitation your generosity kicked in. THANK YOU! We are going to be able to send $6,377 for their care. We do not do this alone. Several churches from around the world are, also, participating.
I am humbled to be one of your pastors.
Jackson Crum
Lead Pastor
Staying on the topic of our global efforts, let’s shift our focus to another area of the world where we are investing to see lives transformed for Jesus. We recently sent a team from Park to Kenya to serve with our partner church, Nairobi Baptist. This team worked hard and served well in the tough environments of Kibera and Kwale. Here’s a story from one of the team members on the trip.

Pinky finger? – Finding my place as a very small and humble member of the body of Christ Medical Report from Kwale Generosity. Resourcefulness. Complete dependence on the Lord. These are just a few things that I learned from the Kenyans as I experienced my first medical mission trip with Park and our partners at Nairobi Baptist. Looking back at my expectations for the trip, I anticipated serving the poor in Kenya, practicing medicine in another culture, experiencing God in a new way. Ok, done. All of the above and so much more.
I knew that traditional wisdom holds that short term missions typically affect those serving more than those served. The experience of that wisdom, however, is a completely different beauty (I had written completely different beasts but there is nothing beastly about it, except perhaps the culture shock of returning to the US).
In terms of the medical outreach in Kwale, we had 4 days of medical clinics at 3 different sites. We were staffed with a wonderful mix of Kenyans and Americans — we had 4-6 nurses, a midwife, a physical therapist, and from 6-8 physicians. We had limited diagnostic testing (only blood sugar and urine pregnancy), and a decently stocked pharmacy. We cared for over 1,000 patients in those 4 days. We saw two cases of leprosy, one of measles, and countless cases of malaria, typhoid, fungal skin infections, intestinal worms, and everything in between. I learned to treat and care without diagnostic testing; I gained a new appreciation for old school medicine relying solely on history and physical exam; and I was humbly reminded of my place in the body of Christ.
The first day of the medical clinic was a frustrating and challenging one for me, and I remember taking lunch at 2 or 3pm feeling exhausted and discouraged. I look back on it gratefully, though, as I recognize that it was through those challenges that the Lord taught me some of the most valuable lessons of the trip.
Medically speaking, I was disheartened as I realized that the vast majority of what we were doing was entirely temporizing. I could de-worm and educate about food hygiene, but I couldn¹t change living conditions, accessible food, or water conditions and knew that inevitably the problem would return. I could diagnose high blood pressure and give a few weeks of medication, but unless the person had access to further care, their hypertension would come right back. There were very few patients in whom I believed what I did medically would have any sustained or prolonged impact and I was discouraged and frustrated by this at the end of the first day. What God helped me to understand in all of this, though, was my role as just one member in the body of Christ, and that this outreach was about so much more than treating malaria or intestinal parasites so much more than physical healing. We were there to show the love of Christ. To care for these people medically; to bless them with food, shoes, soccer matches, wheelchairs, and medications; to love and encourage them; to show them that the Lord and His people remember them; and to share the Good News with them. My role in that process was humble while the doctors and the access to medical care may have been the main draw for many, we were not even close to the most important thing they received.
Personally, I was frustrated on that first morning of clinic in my attempts to communicate with patients. Translators were scarce and many patients claimed to speak English, so I was largely communicating with people through broken English and gestures frustrating on both sides of the table. As we struggled to understand each other about a medical complaint there was no way that I was able to make any real connections with patients. How quickly did God answer that prayer, though! After lunch one of the local pastors, Pastor Nash, became my translator. Nash is warm and loving and was able to form connections with patients where I couldn’t. When I would pause to take notes or write prescriptions he would keep talking with them. I would look at him questioningly to make sure that there wasn’t anything more to talk about medically, and he would respond “I am just encouraging her, I am just encouraging her.” And as we fell into a pattern and became a team, he became my translator for the rest of the week, and also my very good friend.
One of my favorite moments was when we were taking care of a patient, Josephine. I had finished and was scribbling some prescriptions for our pharmacy. She and Pastor Nash kept talking, and I waited a bit while they finished their conversation. As I looked for his confirmation that he “was just encouraging her” he instead said “she has just accepted Christ as her Lord.” She lived near his church, they exchanged phone numbers, and he promised to follow up with her. We told her that we would both be praying for her.
Another very special moment was on the final day of clinic. I should back up to say, the Kenyans really know how to make tea — I had at least four cups a day and Pastor Nash knew that I loved it. On the last day of clinic as we were finishing he pulled out a box of tea and said “this is for you.” Now, this is a man who lives in a one-room house, makes zero income as a pastor (they live off of his wife¹s $150/month secretarial wages), and tells me that at times he doesn’t know where their next meals.
- Kori Sauser