As you know we’ve made it to Uganda! And for sure this is the
greatest and hardest experience we’ve had on the race so far. We’re back
to bucket showers and now out of wet wipes so the smells protruding
from our bodies officially make us unacceptable to our dear western
culture (I think that means we’ve earned our missionary badge). Anyway I
just learned yesterday that not only is out house made out of mud but
the mud is combined with cow dung, yup, and that would explain the funny
smell in our room. And now David feels vindicated for all the blame was
previously put on him since he is again the only guy on our team.
Simply put our living conditions are a lot like Little House on the
Prairie, no electricity, running water or floor. Cows in the back yard
are milked each day, chickens are always running around and there’s a
really cute (and clean) little kitten that will grow to be a great
mouser (we all hope he grows up VERY quickly). I write just to give you a
picture of what living conditions are like but what I really want to
tell you about is the work God is doing through His people in Uganda.
Yesterday after David and our new team-mate Lyndsie spoke at an
elementary school about abstinence and staying in school, we had
door-to-door evangelism and it was great!
Most of us split up and
headed in different directions all over the community. Monica and I
along with our interpreter headed down to the “pride lands” to share the
love of Christ with the community. There we met and prayed with a
believer named Rose she is still grieving the death of her first born
child who committed suicide last year. Her husband, who struggles with
alcohol abuse, blames the death on her. Together we prayed and ask God
to bring freedom to her husband and to bring a renewed hope to her and
her family. After visiting Rose we went to another house. The
grandmother there is a committed believer and so are most of her
children but the son that she lives with is Muslim and it was on his
land that we stood and proclaimed the love of Christ to many of the
surrounding neighbors. We also met and prayed for an older man who
looked like he was in his 70s. I looked deep in his eyes and told him
that God had sent me from the other side of the world to come and tell
him that God loved him, no matter what he had done in the past, God
really wanted him. The man was really listening and before I got around
to asking if he wanted to accept Christ as his personal savior he spoke
to our interpreter and said I want to serve Jesus. Wow, it was by far
one of the best ministry moments on the race! Honestly, God loves you
that much too, whether you’ve been serving him for years or have yet to
confess him as Lord, he is still seeking after you and will continue to
move people or mountains just to get to you. Believe that.
Pray
for the new believers and people who are continually rededicating their
lives that they would remain strong in their faith.
