Blog Entry 10/4/2020:
Starting from the first few days in Nigeria I knew that I had a love for the children. The first person to wave to me in Nigeria was a young boy. We were all riding on the bus on our way to Makurdi and I remember the look in this kid’s eyes, it was like he had seen a shooting start. His jaw was dropped and it took him a good 5 seconds before he realized that I was waving to him and that I was a friend. His mouth quickly closed into a smile and his hand shot out waving frantically. For the longest time the only waves we would get was from the children, and occasionally from older people. It took the people of Makurdi a few weeks to get used to our shocking presence.
One Sunday Greg had an opportunity to preach at a local church in Makurdi that was led by assemblies of God. We were there for many hours and I really needed to use a restroom. So I got up and walked out of the building and found a man that would led me to a bathroom. We walked through a couple back alley ways to make our way to the bathroom, and there they were… about twenty children all staring in awe at a white man. I quickly used the bathroom and emerged to find them all waiting for me. I did my best to be very friendly and inviting, I let them get close to me and touch my clothes and my skin. Most of them were interested in my hair. None of those kids had ever seen a white person in their whole life, so all they knew was black curly hair. When they saw and felt my straight blonde hair they could not contain themselves, they laughed and talked amongst themselves trying to figure out what I was. The kids spoke English well, but they were so shy that you would think they were mute or that they did not understand a single thing I said. You really have to be patient and gentle when talking with them until they actually get to know you. I asked them if they had ever seen a white man before and they all told me no. I guess that was very mind opening for me, I had never really thought about it before. These children do not get educated or exposed to a wide variety of cultures like kids in the US do. Another thing that blew me away is that they thought only white people lived in the US and no other races of people. It was quite funny watching Anissa or Wendy from Ignition try to explain to people that they were American, most of them did not believe it.
Continuing on with my story, when all the Children were around me I started telling them about Jesus. I told them how much he loves them, and I explained what he did on the cross. I finished by telling them that I loved them as well and got to hug a few of them before I left. The first people I was able to speak to and preach the gospel to were the kids of Makurdi. You will be hearing a lot more about the youth in Nigeria. Truly I tell you, the children are the most precious thing in Nigeria.