The Wittz End: Such a special Christmas

All of us had t-shirts with Righteous face on it- saying Karibu Nyumbani (Welcome Home in Swahili) Christmas 2025

Jason and I traveled to Nairobi to pick up Righteous at the airport. We also bought toys for 115 village children (children of the farmworkers). We are so proud of Righteous for traveling here all alone. She remembered to put zip ties around the two totes after they went through security. She flew from Chicago to New York and took the 13 hour direct flight to Nairobi. When she arrived in Kenya and went through immigration she explained her visa situation- she is a dependent on her Dad's visa. I could see her through the window in the baggage claim area and was so eager for her to collect her luggage and come out. But one hour went by and one of the totes didn't make it. Jason got a security pass and was able to go inside to help her register the missing tote, while I continued to wait, peering through the window. Finally they started walking towards the exit and I booked it to the doors. The police had cleared people from the doors and told them to stand far back but they could see the determination in my eyes. They asked who I was waiting for and I pointed to my shirt which had Righteous face on it- I told them my daughter was coming home for Christmas and they allowed me to stay there. I can't even describe the feeling of hugging her after months of no hugs. As we walked to the car Jason got a phone call that the missing tote was found and he went back to get it. We then drove 6 hours to Gtown and there was a tearful reunion for the Witt sisters.

On the 6 hour ride to Gtown, Righteous slept some and we talked a whole lot when she was awake.

Christmas cow.

On Christmas Day our team got into several vehicles to head to the farm. We rode in the back vehicle so the girls (along Joshua and Caleb) could scream out Merry Christmas and throw out handfuls of candy to the kids in villages along the way. There were a few kids holding buckets waiting for us to come by. Once we got to the farm the cow was slaughtered- and meat cut up into pieces while onions, garlic, tomatoes, and cilantro were chopped up. Some ladies cooked chapati and chai was made for us to drink. Slowly villagers started showing up. The youth played soccer (futbol) using the goals that the Kary's had gotten made. The playground got good use too. As a team (of Americans and also Amos family and Ann Tabitha) we were able to perform a drama for everyone. I read the script in English and Grace translated for me. We started with the story of Abraham and God asking him to sacrifice his son. Jason wore a kanzu (white tunic that Muslim men wear) as his costume to play Abraham and so many villagers took his picture. We were able to explain how this story points to Jesus being the sacrifice for the world and one of His many names is Lamb of God which was represented by the ram in the bush.

We had angels, Shepherds and Wiseman act out the story of Christ's birth. We were able to explain how the gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrh have significance. Gold is to symbolise that Jesus was the greatest king. Frankincense was to symbolise Jesus is the High Priest, and Myrh was to symbolise that Jesus would indeed die and mryh is used to embalm a dead body. Muslims do not believe Jesus ever died but that He is going to return on Judgement day. All in all this drama was our act of worship to the Lord and we trust the Holy Spirit will do His work in hearts.

We ended the day handing out presents to each farmworkers family and served a meal to several hundred people. We like serving children first- traditionally in Muslim culture men are always served first. All of the farmworkers kept saying they were very grateful for the day and " may God bless you". We left exhausted but overjoyed that we could say we gave our all.