Long time coming.
In Uganda we stayed with another team at an
orphanage/school/church all within one compound. There I was taught to worship
in all situations through a specific song the children would sing,
Parents come and go
But Jesus, he stays
the same,
Jesus, he is forever,
Jesus he stays the
same, the Messiah.
They would sing three or four verses of it, replacing
parents with friends, teachers, and other things I would be lost without. The
faith of these children made me feel very foolish about what I clung to.
I pooped my pants in Uganda, couldn’t get to the bathroom in
time because I was running to get some toilet paper. (Note: carry toilet paper
with you EVERYWHERE YOU GO when out of the states, you never know)
Megan and I met two boys on the street, huffing glue and
asking for money, by the end we got one off the street, his name is Muhammad,
the other, Hassan went back to the streets to care for his younger brother and
mother. They were about nine or ten. We had enough from our finances left over
from the month to pay for Muhammad to go through school and stay at the
orphanage.
Some trees are soft; they break easily (who knew?)
The hospital is right next to a club and they play music
until four in the morning.
We went to many crusades (preach the gospel through loud
speakers to an audience) at one of them I was in a tree with some teenagers
swung down because I was to talk, but the branch broke and we both fell ten
feet or so in front of everyone, I was called Zacchaeus for a bit after that.
I stayed with the guys, four of us total, and our room was
flooded with a foot of water, my headlamp and first aid kit were ruined, it’s crazy
how little damage it did.
We were always doing something, either with Pastor, or the
kids, or just learning to live with each other,
It’s fun to think of how I’d get along with people, or how
to solve communal problems until its real, until it becomes more than a
situation, its then speaking into someone’s life.
