Being in Uganda is a little like heavy cream in coffee. It’s a lot like heavy cream straight to the throat without any coffee at all. This place is hefty. It would definitely be put in some “Husky” jeans as a child.
The sign outside the gate calls this place Adullum Model Primary School Makenke. I call it a school for like 150 orphans where mine and Tom’s teams have been living the past two weeks. We have been crusading in the local villages and dancing with tons of children. Even though crusading sounds violent, no swords were used in the making of these saints. As for spiritual warfare, we need the full armor of God. Pray it over us. We need it.
Each and every day we spend here looks a little different but, my day could go something like…. Wake up to children singing there morning prayers…. Exercise via running; which is very weird to Africans…. Shower (once a week kinda, when there is water)… Wander down to the chapel to eat a wonderful breakfast that Jenny and co. made for us (co. = a bunch of women who don’t really speak any English, except for a few words stating that you are doing whatever you are doing incorrectly)…. Logistics with Tom…. Devotions with team…. Miscellaneous activities (kicking beach ball against wall, reading Bible)… Lunch… Pile the 12 of us and a couple locals into a 7-passenger SUV…. Pray that it doesn’t rain (the sky opens up here much every afternoon and lets out some pretty serious emotions)… Head off to a village in the area where we dance and clap and collect stares and then share some Jesus culture (pun intended) with them… Back to the school for dinner…. Desert being time with my team and a side of life via feedback…. Off to bed, where you may find your room flooded or a mouse free running in the rafters, maybe…
