I did it. I cut my hair.

Not because my mom didn't like it.

Not because it's hot in Kenya.

Not because anyone told me to do it.

Not because there is a gang who with them, called the Mungeki that are known for kidnapping people, overthrowing the government and leaving a trademark of beheading people.

Not because I felt God was telling me to do it.

But because God is moving in my life. In a way that I can never fully convey to anyone besides Jesus himself. Some time ago God and I had a conversation, one that I didn't know would be so critical now- thousands of miles away from home and nowhere near my comfort zone.

It went something like this:
God, I want you to be my father
Eric, I am your father. You are my son.
God, I want to be like you. I want to be a man. One that changes the world.
Son, to change it you must love it with your life. Come to me and I will initiate you into the next level of our journey together on earth.

Unfortunately, before I left for Kenya, a friend of mine died, whom I pay much respect to because of his spirit, occupation and work with children and unto the Lord. I remember not having anyone to help me through. Nothing. It took me a while to see this But when I did it made all the sense in the world. It set the tone for my trip, because I felt the Lord in a mighty way.

He comforted me and He reminded me that he told me long ago that He would be my father and I would be his son. Nothing has changed today.

I've got nothing like the african tribal boy who wants to be initiated into his tribe as a man. He is only given a spear and told to come back with a lion's head or a bear's claws.

I'm here in Africa to kill my lion. I should rephrase this - I'm in africa killing my lion. I will not return the same man. Which brings me back to my hair.

In the old testimaent, people used stones to build altars to the Lord to remind them of what God was doing with them. When Joshua crossed the Jordan, he built a huge altar there. Cutting my hair is my altar to God.

It is an offer of thanks to God and a reminder to me, so that I will never return back to the man I used to be.


Since Iv'e been here we've gone to all kinds of place that you would only see on the Discoverychannel speacial of Africa. I have more stories than I can remember the one that touches me the most was a little boy who came to me smiling. I sked him if I could pray for him.
He told me that his eye's had been itching realy bad to the point they changed to a orange color, Theyve been that way for 5 months. A film was produced over his eyes orange in color. He also shared of a skin condition and heart problems.

He was only 15 years old. His name was Dereck. We prayed ferverently. He weeped and couldn't stop. Then he looked at me and said, "I believe Jesus has healed me, thank you."

Praise God. Then he walked away.


I have to go for now. pictures will come.