Published by Elena Brown
Miss World visits CURE Kenya
A few weeks ago, our little humble hospital started getting a fresh coat of paint. We noticed the floors being scrubbed a little more thoroughly and sidewalks being repaired. There was a bustle around the hospital that made it feel as if Christmas was coming. Soon, there were banners and carpets and CURE shirts being washed and ironed. In the first week of June, Miss World came to visit our hospital where she received a true, warm Kenyan welcome.
At the end of a rope
“Sometimes we can only see right around us, so I was fearing so much. But God knew what was in the future,” Nancy recounted as she explained her journey with CURE. Nancy Wanjiru, now 22 years old, was the first patient I ever met in Kenya. She had come to the hospital for a bad infection on her previously corrected clubfoot. We spent each afternoon at her bedside talking, reading, and being silly. She taught me my first words of Swahili, “kuja hapa,” meaning “come here.” She said it would be useful for me so I could get the kids to come to me, but I think, now, about all the times Jesus called His people to return, to follow, to come to Him. For Nancy, He called her over and over until she finally answered.
Compelled by Love
“As long as I have electricity and a way to heat water, that’s all I need,” Amos noted as he prepared the casting plaster. While these aren’t ideal conditions to work under, we recognize that our patients are the ones suffering, and we have been called to serve.
The Week in Photos: A hospital on wheels
For CURE Kenya, our mobile clinics are just as much a part of our hospital as the physical walls that hold up our ward. As a way to welcome new patients, spread the word about what we do, and help alleviate travel for families, we go out and meet patients in or near their hometowns. We have a clinic almost every week and many of them take up the entirety of the week.
Place of the Wind
Wind is not exactly something that stands out. It simply moves along with our lives, blowing the paper out of our hand if it’s especially intense, but more likely, only noticed by movement of leaves or a scratchy cell phone call—in most places anyway. When I arrived in Kijabe, I thought it like any other slightly windy day. By nightfall, I was wondering if my house would stay standing.
The Power of Touch
As I began to look around the hospital, I saw how Jesus was onto something. I worked on capturing moments when physical touch was being used in order to spiritually or emotionally touch our patients. I found hundreds of moments a day. It has been an honor to witness how our staff cares for patients in ways that far surpass what it is “required.”
Better together: Redefining teamwork
I have witnessed sacrificial love from children a quarter of my age, and I am humbled. They don’t have iPads or video games or Netflix; they don’t even have the ability to hold things in their fingers, but I have seen their joy. A spot of sunlight on a hospital bed is a playground for these children, and they are exceedingly grateful.
Through the lens
With a camera in hand, we are inviting a third friend into our play date, somehow we don’t need words. Many of these children have never seen a photo of themselves and most have certainly never used a camera. I decided to allow the camera to bridge that language gap.
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