Surprise, I’m in Uganda! I made it all the way to month 11 of the Race, meaning I go home in less than 30 days! Before I get into that though, let me tell you a little bit about my first day of ministry here. I was sent to prison, literally. The good news is it was by God, not my own doing. My team and I traveled a bit out of the slums we are living in to the all female prison in Lira. When we arrived, we helped set up a sound system on the lawn and gathered everyone there. Here we call the women of the prison our sisters and mothers, because that’s who they are. Just because they are inside does not make them any less of a neighbor and sister in Christ.
We prayed, shared testimonies, worshiped and praised the Lord with them. And let me tell you, the joy of praising God in that place was something I had never experienced before. It was contagious and if we had been inside, the roof probably would have come off. Afterwards, I got to preach a small word to them. Going into it, I had no idea what I was going to say. So I told them I didn’t have a message for them, the Holy Spirit did. I talked to them about spiritual freedom, not necessarily physical freedom. How they could be spiritually set free right then and there through Jesus.
It was a short message, and I wasn’t entirely sure how many women it reached. But then our pastor this month asked the women to raise their hands if they were touched by the message and knew in their hearts they wanted to accept Jesus. Eight women raised their hands! It was an incredible experience, especially knowing that none of it was me, but rather the Holy Spirit working through me. Jesus is standing at the door of their hearts, waiting for them to open. And on that day we got to witness 8 new believers welcoming Him in. God is good, all the time.
Still in awe of our first day of ministry here,
Sum
