Sunday Kerstin, Andreas, Marcus, Maafak, Peter, and I attended church in downtown Nairobi. It was a church that Kerstin has been going to and this Sunday turned out to be family Sunday. How fitting as half of the interns staying at the German School Boarding House decided to go; my family away from home.
The church was wrapping up their last series, Who Am I? with a drama production. (They even included Who Am I by Point of Grace and by Casting Crowns, which oddly enough, I had been listening to earlier that week.) Now, I know you are probably thinking drama, church, cheesy and lame, but it was amazing! It was a musical who choreographed music and humour, reminded me of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dream-Coat. Certainly, it was not on the same production level and lacked the awesome splendor as many things were far from comparable: the special effects, over the top music, lighting, and actors that could hold a note, but it was great nonetheless. The creativeness and ingenuity of the script, is what sent it home. We all really liked it.
The presentation was about a young lady who is told she’s nothing, will never amount to anything and will never get married. She is too plain and only every works with her head hung low. Her father is disappointed in her and sees her as a burden. In this context, when a bride gets married, there is also an exchange of cattle. Average brides are one-cow brides, while amazing brides get more. The record in the village where the drama took place was a three-cow bride. The father tried to marry his daughter off by offering a three-cow deal, three of the best cows in the country, far greater than what his daughter is worth, practically begging the village baker to take her, but to no avail. This news spread making it worse for the father and daughter as rumours increased the number of cattle and still she had been refused. She didn’t understand because her mother had always said she was special, but unfortunately had not lived long enough to see how the father’s negative words and the villages attitude just made her hang her head lower. Eventually, this famous businessman, all in white and wearing a Bluetooth, came to the village, struck a pose in the single bright pink spot light (hilarious). He was an entrepreneur, famous for finding diamonds in the rough and turning them into profit. He had heard that the best cattle in the country were in this village and he wanted to see them. But the daughter had caught his eye. He said that the cattle were beautiful, but definitely not the best he had seen. The whole village was shocked. However he said he would take eight, only if he could have the daughters hand in marriage. Another shock. An eight-cow bride was unheard of. (My only amendment would be that the daughter have had a choice too, at least a voice to say yes or no, to the marriage, but that is my culture speaking about a drama that had earlier implied every young lady in that village wanted to get married.) The lesson was sang to us at the end… there is no way to determine our worth but to look from another perspective, God’s perspective. He sees us all as the businessman does. We are all eight-cow saints.
Just thought I’d pass that story on to all of you. You are all eight-cow saints!