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Peter majored in Ethnic and Development Studies during
university has his sights on earning a Master’s degree in Public Health, but he
told us he’s really passionate for the youth. “If you come back,” he said, “you could put in more programs for the
youth.” Sounds good, I think, but good
enough to bring me back?
Then he said, “You know what my dream is? To build a center.” I needed specifics, so I clarified, “For
youth?” Yes, he affirms. And it would be a place not just for the
youth, but a place where the homeless could be fed, too.
Now, it’s only been three months but I’ve been exposed to
lots of great ministry ideas and visions, all beautiful and compelling; lots of
caring for orphans and reaching the seemingly unreachable. But for some unknown reason, Peter’s dream
tugged at me as soon as he shared it.
It’s not the most avant-garde idea I’ve heard, at least,
it doesn’t seem to be compelling enough to bring me back to this country. In fact, if I think about it, we need more of
those in urban America. That seems to be
a good argument for me to stay home after finishing the Race, doesn’t it?
Still I felt something inside my chest get excited at the
thought of seeing such a place in Bugolobi. I wondered how soon this thought could materialize. I’ve got student and car loan payments to
resume when I return to the U.S. post-Race. I’ve been wondering how long it will take to clear all that before I can
get out on the field again. A bit long,
I think.
I wonder how long this place can afford to wait for this
center to be built. . .
“A hope deferred makes the heart
sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.”
– Proverbs 13:12
