Desperation.
 
 Pain.
 
 Hurt.
 
Hunger.
 
This is the story of a tragedy turned
miracle.
 
This is what happens when the Lord
intervenes on the scheme of the enemy.
 
                                                  When
the Kingdom of Light overthrows the Kingdom of darkness.
 
                                                     An
Victory of the Holy One rains down on all who accept it.
 
 
We arrived in Kampala, Uganda on a
Thursday. At the beginning of this
month, the other two Squad Leaders and I spent time with Team Hagiazo. Just upon arriving in Uganda, we sat down
with the ministry host for the month. We
quickly learned that this month would truly hold something a little different than
the rest we had experienced thus far.
 
Pastor Charles, began telling us of his
heart wrenching story. Three months
earlier, in May of 2011, he lost his nephew. At just four years old, this young boy lost his life to the dark schemes
of his uncle. Charles had learned that
his own uncle had went crazy, and evil had began to consume his life. This man’s life was characterized by becoming
the community’s outcast, he had turned to devil worship, and joined a
cult. The further he dove into this
lifestyle, the more it overtook his mind, body, and soul. 
 
 
Child sacrifice is a HUGE, rising issue
in Uganda.
 

In this case that’s what happened. 

But the story only begins there.
 
Minutes after this man had committed
this hatred, horrible act….he was caught. When suspecting neighbors stopped him in the street, the story would
soon unfold. And as this man tried to
escape and run, he in the end would fall victim to the communities’ outrage.
 

 His blood was then shed, in a very brutal and
disturbing manner in the center of town.

And a community was left shaken.
 

Hurting.

Angry.

Full of grief.

All loss of hope.
 
But the Lord had other plans. And three months later we would arrive to
find that we would be a part of those others plans.   Our first day of ministry we would take that
four hour drive out to this lost community. Our only hope and plan was to rededicate the land to the Lord. To bring His name to this lost and hurting
home. We had no idea what to expect, and
what the Lord held in His heart for this day.
 
The town was expecting us. They knew we were coming, and they eagerly
awaited us. A service would be
held. 
 

Reclaim this land.

Pray.

Bring the gospel.
 
What would happen that day, will be
something I, and I am sure the rest of us there will never forget. In my life, I can’t remember a time in which
I saw the Lord show up quite like that before.
 
We had entered into a whole new depth
of who Christ is.
 
Arriving hours later than expected, we
arrived to a yard full of people. Children filled the place. Mothers, fathers, and the family of the ones who suffered this great
loss.
 
We gave it everything we had. We prayed, we danced, we sang, and then Char
got up and brought the Word of the Lord in such a raw and beautiful way.
 
 
At the end they asked if anyone there
wanted to accept Jesus.
 
The community stood up and threw their
hands into the air.
 
And
most everyone there accepted Jesus.
 
And a community was reborn.
 
 
Healing
rained down.
 
Forgiveness
took place.
 
Love .
 
Hope
restored.
 

REDEMPTION.