I keep getting this thought in my head that the things i will remember the
most are the things i did for someone else. How the lord used me, thats what
this trip is about. Its not thought, but
its more than this trip the things i have done for someone else are not the
things that i remember till the end of
time. Its when someone does something
for you, when someone stops and takes time out of their day to spend time with
you, to help you, to care for you. Those are the things that at least i always
remember.
Its funny i dont ever
think its my pride that doesnt let people do stuff for me, but when you get
right down to it thats exactly what it is. And the Lord showed me that this
month on a crusade that we went out on. We left the town and the house we were
staying in to go to a village 5 hours away from where we were staying and that
is where i was truly blessed.
The first day we were
there i went and preached that night, and loved it, it was just so much fun. I
stood on this wooden plat form built for the crusade and starting preaching
about coming to know christ. That night
while waiting to go back to where we were staying there was this lady selling
meat on a stick. Now i have eaten streat meat in every country so it never
crossed my mind i was eating meat cooked on a street in the middle of nowhere.
That night i began to feel extremely cold, then started shaking and didnt sleep
at all that night. At some time around six or seven i began to throw up, sorry
but its part of the story. Still with out sleep i’m know on a mat in the grass
at this house vomiting.
While im laying there
underneath this clothes line, with ants all over it, i ask my Ugandan brother
Edgar if he would fill up a bucket so i could put my feet in it. He did, and
then while im laying with my feet in this bucket i feel someones hands on my
feet, i look and Edgar has soap and a rag and is holding my feet and he begins
to wash my feet. For all of you who dont know what your feet look like after
walking, driving, and living by these dirt roads your feet are nasty. He begins
to give my feet eh best washing they have ever had. i mean it was like i was
getting a pedicure.( NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT THAT IS LIKE)
The next day after
finding out i have malaria and getting some I.v. fluids in me, i ask someone if
they could fill up a bucket so i can just pour water over myself because i was
so hot. So i begin to take this cup and pour freezing cold water over myself.
So just to paint a picture there is a weak white 6 foot 7 man sitting in his
underwear pouring cold water over himself. Not something that goes as unnoticed
as you would think in Uganda. I mean this is the place where kids are naked all
day long. But no even after trying to hide my self Edgar comes back over.
Seeing me he takes the cup and starts pouring the water. He then says “im
gonna wash your legs and arms” i think i said no like ten times. No point.
So edgar is now squating next to me with a rag and soap washing my legs and
arms while continuing to pour water over me.
I felt like peter telling
Jesus not to wash his feet, ” Peter said to Him, never shall you wash my
feet!” Edgar didnt leave his family and his friends he didnt come on a 11
month mission trip, I did. Yet Edgar seeing me in my pain came to me and
cleaned me, and took care of me and loved me like no other. I can honeslty say
i have never even seen that love among friends. I have not even heard of it
happening. But It was more than just between friends. Edgar was answering Gods
call. He Loved someone as Christ did.
Never in a million
years would i have thought to allow someone i care about to wash my feet, to
bath me. But when your hurting people
dont ask your permission to make you feel better they just love you. With out
eating that meat and having malaria i never would be able to say. I saw a man
of God first hand drop to his knees and wash the feet of his brother, not cause
he had to but out of sheer love for his brother. If someone wants to serve you
in a way you cant imagine, that you dont want them to have to do that. Stop and
think why they are doing, and think who gives you the authority to tell someone
they cant love you?
