Hey! We’ve arrived in Bugiri, Uganda after about a 6-hour ride across the northwestern part of Kenya and Southeast Uganda. Life’s getting a little rougher as we’re without power, showers, or toilets. And once again, we’re being asked to fill shoes I feel are a size 24 (I really wear about an 11) for me. For the past two days, we’ve been sharing Jesus, preaching, praying for healing, and driving out demons in a small town not too far from Jinja. I think I’ve struggled because I still feel like there’s this great pressure to perform because others are looking at us for great things. The people in Uganda have a great respect for people from the West. I asked today if my Montana drivers license will allow me to drive. And they said – “Police won’t bother you at all. You know, people here expect you (white people) to have a higher standard.” But you know what? I don’t have any of this in my own strength at all. Every time I go to the next house to share Jesus with someone else, I often pray, “God, what am I doing here? I’ve got nothing.” These people here are calling us preachers, and I’m just some crazy guy from the selfish, hyper-independent country called the United States that really wants to deeply know Jesus and share Him with others in obedience and love. People seem to worship us in Africa, and I’m like “What do you think is really there that’s so great?” But as I go to each house to share Jesus, I’m often finishing that prayer with “God, please show your love and power to this person in an incredible way.” And I think he is using me as we’ve seen many people say they’ve chosen to choose Christ – even Muslims – these past few days. We’ll see what continues to happen. I’m definitely uncomfortable right now. But then I guess that’s when I learn the most.
Image above: Sunrise in Uganda just before a run!
