Final Thoughts

Our team, pastors, translators and staff from Arise Africa

Our final morning at the guesthouse, we had a pleasant surprise by all the pastors. They came to say their good-byes. I was so glad Matt had the chance to say goodbye to Pastor Stephen. He came into the dining room where we were eating our breakfast and it was like reuniting with an old friend.

All packed up and ready to go, it was a rainy morning. We were just waiting on the word to board up so that we could make our way to Kampala to fly home.

A bittersweet moment, we all said our good-byes and gave final hugs. We took a team photo and then were on our way to a mall for lunch and a marketplace before heading to the airport. You didn't think Americans would come back without souvenirs, did you?!

City traffic in Uganda might actually give New York city traffic a run for it's money. At that point, I was sure that I was ready to go home!

Our flights were uneventful and on time, for the most part. The power went out in the airport in Uganda for some time and we were delayed an hour, but after we got off the ground, it was smooth sailing home. As suspected, the flights home were the worst part of the trip. They seemed to last forever and with Matt still not feeling great and me coming down with a sore throat, you can imagine it seemed like an eternity.

At least I had plenty of time to think about the past two weeks, reliving each day as I glanced through over 2000 pictures that Matt and I had taken between the two of us.

Had I really been in Uganda for two weeks and now on the way home? It seemed like the time leading up to our trip did not hurry by. Sure, we only had about three months to go by the time we had made the decision to go, but I sat there thinking about how quickly two weeks had passed. A great two weeks. Two weeks that I'll never forget. Two weeks that I will forever be grateful for.

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Now on the other side of the trip, the memories of Uganda never fail to show up in my mind each day. Looking back through the photos and my journal leads me to daydream about my new friends, wonder what they are doing seven hours ahead of me and if they are well. I miss them. Life seemed so simple there. There were no distractions of televisions and computers. No distractions to take us away from our day to day mission: preach the Gospel, make disciples and love the people.

Back home, I find myself pulled in many directions, distracted by the available technology and daily to-do lists. Distracted by what I think is important in this American life. My mind goes in a hundred different ways.

Plan our meals.

Shop for groceries.

Clean the house.

Do the laundry.

Work on designing photo cards for Christmas.

Prepare for a new trimester as small group leader.

Pay the bills.

Blog about this.

Blog about that.

And on.

And on.

And on.

As I was reading the blog of another team member, she shared something that she came across that has helped me to have a better understanding of why, although I was ready to come home, it was so hard to leave. It says what I want to say better than I ever could in my own words.

"The hardest places to leave are the places God leads us to. Because those are the places where you are shaped and molded into a new person. Those are the places where your heart expands, your mind is open to new perspectives, and your eyes begin to really see.

The places God leads us to are holy, set apart from the places we travel to on our own will. But here’s the wonderfully divine thing about God: he meets us in the places we go on our own. When our sin or stubbornness or selfish desire takes us to places he doesn’t intend, he will not abandon us. He will come to us, enter into our ways, our brokenness – like when he became flesh on this earth. He is good. And present in all things, in all places.

But the places where God is present and the places where he wills you are very different. When you’ve experienced both, you feel and know the difference. They are both special. They are both spiritual. But the life that pursues God will find herself following God, rather than God finding her. And these places where she follows God requires great faith. Because sometimes these places are new or mysterious. Challenging or confusing. Like going to a land you have never been. Or traveling to a city to deliver a message of judgment from God. Or carrying a child that is from the Lord, not a man. Or fellowshipping with a Gentile. Or dying a humble death on a cross. Or leaving a job with great pay, in order to take one that is more right for your family. Or leaving behind a life you love in order to learn how to really live. Or adopting children after your nest has been empty for years. Or stepping away from church activities and programs in order to be more available to those who need to taste and see that the Lord is good.

It’s often difficult to anticipate a holy God. Because his ways are so different than our ways. We want higher, he wants humble. We want fast, he wants eternal. We want an easy journey, he wants a holy journey. We want to fix, he wants to redeem. We want what we think is right, he wants what he knows is good. We want perfection, he wants a genuine heart.

His ways truly are higher than ours. The places he is going are better than the places we are going. So why do we struggle with saying yes? With being available? With joining him? Do we not trust him?

Do we not trust our life to the very one who breathed it in us?

The places where God leads us, takes us, pulls us aren’t always fun filled, but they are spirit filled. And it’s this presence of the Spirit that keeps us longing for those places, drawing us back to serve more, love better.

Africa is not more spiritual than America. It’s a holy place on the journey of people seeking the will of God. And that is what sets it apart. In the hustle and bustle of American culture, those holy places are harder to find. We get lost in our schedules and religious practices, and we find ourselves following culture and traditions more than Jesus. But our faithful God comes looking for his people, enters into their buildings of worship, hears their cries, forgives their sin, and draws them closer to his heart. But it’s when God’s people begin pursuing him with genuine worship, available hearts and willing hands that radical living, going and helping take us to those holy places where God intends us to walk and live."

~ Lori Manry

We are so thankful that God led us to this place. A place that opened our eyes to reality. A place that reminded us of what it means to be humble. A place that is fertile and ready to receive the Word of God. A place where people are desperate for Jesus, who hunger for more of His word. A place where nothing is taken for granted and people rejoice when those with a different skin color show up because we are a picture of hope to them. A place that shows true hospitality. A place that gave us a glimpse of what the body of Christ was meant to do.

I know that if the Lord calls us back, we will certainly go. We left a piece of our hearts in that place. We will forever be connected through our Savior, as the church of Jesus Christ. I'm so thankful that we were obedient. I'm so thankful that God's plan since the beginning was to use us, mere humans who mess up, to do His work and help Him unfold His eternal plan. He calls us alongside Him to carry out His will. Does anyone else think that is crazy?! I do. I cannot completely understand. But what I do know is that I am grateful to be called alongside our Great God.

If you know Jesus as your Lord and Savior, may we encourage you to say "yes" to Him no matter what He is calling you to do. You won't regret it. Sure, you might be a little scared or a little worried. But God won't call you to something that He won't bring you through. If He calls you, go. Surrender your will to His. Be a part of His plan. It's far greater than the one you have and it's far greater than you can imagine.

If you don't know Jesus as your Lord and Savior, feel free to ask us questions. We'd love to talk to you about it more. He's the only way to heaven. He's the only way to eternal life. He is Peace. He is Hope. He is Comfort. He is the Way, the Truth and the Life. He wasn't just a good man of history. He wasn't just a prophet. He is God's one and only Son who, in obedience, humbled himself to death on a cross because of your sin and my sin. His death on the cross bridged the gap that was created between God and man when Adam and Eve sinned in the garden of Eden. But here's the thing. Jesus didn't stay dead. He rose from his grave three days after his crucifixion and He conquered death so that we may inherit eternal life. God's grace is waiting for you today. He loves you more than you will ever know.

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Uganda Recap: Day Eleven

Our last day of ministry has finally come. Matt had a stomach bug and so he remained at the guesthouse today. He was feeling miserable when I left.

We headed out about three hours away to Mbale, a village surrounded by mountains. It was beautiful. We were greeted by a very enthusiastic village. The women of the church escorted each one of us to our seats. They had a large standing structure made out of limbs, with tarps providing shade from the sun. It was the largest church structure we had been to yet. It would soon fill up with many adults, some who came by the truckload from surrounding villages to hear the teachings.

Again, I worked with the older kids for the morning. I was definitely missing Matt for more than one reason. It's so easy to flock to the younger kids. They are cuter. They are more fun, at times. They like silly and goofy. Just like here at home. So, when the kids were split into two groups, older and younger, there were many volunteers for the younger. A few of us took the older children and soon after we started, I was left there alone with a couple of translators. Needless to say, I was frustrated. This was not how I pictured my last day. I knew that if Matt was there, he would have helped me. But, it was the way it was, and I had to choose to have a good attitude and trust that the Lord would bring me through it.

I began to tell the story of Jesus and lead the kids in their activities. Off and on, a few of my team members would come by, but it wasn't until I was on the last story about Jesus that I received help that didn't disappear. Thanks to Robyn, I had a renewed energy to play a few more games before we headed back down to the adults for lunch.

After lunch, we had a time of just hanging out with the kids. I had the chance to take many photos as they were all so excited to see what they looked like on camera. As I would take a photo of one, they would turn to their friend and say, "now this one". Snap, snap, snap.

Some of the girls on our team had a group of kids occupied dancing to some American songs. Other kids stayed glued to the sides of the bus, hoping to receive a handout. With the help of Pastor Edward, the kids received sweeties.

At the end of the day, I noticed some boys with a worn out, half deflated soccer ball. I motioned to them to play and so right there, on the dirt road, we played soccer. One of the adults came up to me and said, "You know how to play football?" "Yes!" I replied. Up and down we ran, passing the ball back and forth. If I ran one way, the group would follow. Everyone wanted to kick it to the mzungu. I've never had to worry much about where I was kicking a soccer ball, but today I had to dodge a small stream and a field where cows were grazing. I'll never forget that experience. By then, I had forgotten all about the frustrations of the morning and did not want to leave the village just yet. But, I knew it was coming. It was time to say goodbye.

Sitting on the bus, waiting for the rest of the team to show up, my heart was heavy. Heavy because this was it. Heavy because Matt wasn't here to say good-bye. Heavy because in one day, I would be leaving these people. Heavy because I didn't know if I would ever see these people again. Was I really ready to come home? Pastor Stephen and I swapped phone numbers and email addresses, and the kids stood around the bus waving to us.

That night, we had our last dinner and meeting. Each team member shared their highlight of the trip. Such a great team. Such a great trip.

I think I was finally ready to come home. Yes. Definitely ready.

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Uganda Recap: Day Ten

Today, I was ready to return home. But, thankfully, it was a better day of ministry. We took the older kids again and this time they were happier for our arrival than the others had been in the past two days. It was a nice change of pace and helped to keep our momentum going. We told stories, played games and sang songs. There was a distinct smell of urine in the field where we played. There were many babies here with no clothing on their bottoms. We watched one little guy sit in the dirt and pee on himself, a very sad thing to watch. Many children were coughing. I wondered how sick they were.

I had the chance to take lots of pictures of the children today. As soon as I took a picture of one, another wanted theirs taken, so I just kept snapping.

In the afternoon, Chad, Matt and I went hut-to-hut with Pastor Stephen. Some of the people we talked to were already Christians. One told us that she would be saved later and one younger boy refused to listen to the story.

While at the hut of the woman who said she would be saved later, we had our first taste of village food. Praise God it wasn't anything mysterious, but still, I wasn't excited about the fact that I had to eat it. When we arrived at this hut, the woman was shelling g-nuts. G-nuts are like our peanuts. They call them g-nuts because they are a ground nut. Makes sense, doesn't it? She had a large bowl sitting on the ground next to her and we asked if she would like to hear the greatest story ever told. She said yes. At that point, all I wanted to do was sit down, so I knelt on the ground. Well, let me tell you that if you ever go to Uganda, do not sit on the ground at someone's home. If they don't offer you a seat on a chair, bench or mat, it's because they don't have one for you. But whatever you do, don't sit in the dirt! As soon as I knelt down, the woman flew up, flailing her arms around. Yikes! I had forgotten about their custom. She ran inside and came back out with a mat for me to sit on. "I won't make that mistake again", I thought to myself. As Matt started to share the story, the woman gave me a handful of g-nuts. My heart sank because I knew that I had to eat the entire handful. Selfish. Instead of my first thought being about how this woman was sharing her food with us, I thought about myself. Instead of thinking about how poor this woman is, and the fact that she doesn't have much to eat, yet here she is, handing us heaping piles of nuts, I wondered if I would get sick. I waited for a moment and glanced at Matt who shot back a look asking "are you really going to eat those?" I was trying to wait it out, hoping she would hand some to the others. She did. She handed Chad some g-nuts and so we both ate what we were given. I did not care for them. I don't care for raw peanuts here. I definitely don't like raw g-nuts in Africa. I tried to eat slowly, but she handed me a second helping. She gave three to to Chad. On our way out, she handed Matt some from her bowl. He thought he was going to get away with not having to eat them. At least it wasn't a mysterious meat, right?

We left the village at 4:30 because we had a long drive back to the guesthouse. But before our team left, the pastor of the village asked us all to come into the church building to express his gratitude for us coming to teach his people.

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Uganda Recap: Day Nine

We had a short day of ministry today so that we could return to the guesthouse early for a celebration with the pastors and translators that had been working with us since we arrived.

The village seemed a bit strange today. Unlike the other villages, the kids didn't greet us with excitement when we pulled up. Instead, they just stared. Apparently, this village is in a region that is filled with demon activity. I guess that could explain the difference, huh?

Like yesterday, we split the children into groups according to age and we took the older kids. We had so many that we split the older kids into two groups during the activities so that it would be more manageable. During one of the activities, a girl passed out, apparently demon-possessed. Immediately this drew a spectacle, so while some of us tried to coax the rest of the 80 children away from the scene, two of our friends stayed with the girl until some of the pastors came to her. For the next little while, we'd try to keep the attention of the group while several adults, pastors and members of our team, tried to help this girl. She got up and wandered off down the road. Robyn and Ashely ran after her. Finally, they were able to bring her back to sit under the shade of a tree nearby, and with the help of a few of the pastors, prayed over her and for the demons to come out. They did. At the same time, a woman approached the group with a baby and asked for the baby to be taken as it was an orphan. She was the grandmother and could not care for this baby, but she was grateful to know that the baby would be taken care of. Arise Africa would obtain partial custody of her that day, and full custody of her in the next couple of days. Her name was "Gift".

The girl who had demons cast out of her joined back up with our group. We had finished telling the story of Moses and playing games, so now the group was coloring in the books we had given them and sucking on their sweeties. We could tell a difference in this girl. Her eyes had changed. They became clear and were filled with joy. By the time we moved on to songs, she was in the front, leading.

Sharing the Gospel

Below is a video of a song that grew popular with the mzungus. It talks about shaking Satan three times and then kicking him. To us, it was pretty funny to hear a group of kids singing this, complete with motions. Yay for Jesus shaking and kicking Satan!

We left the village early that afternoon to get back to the guesthouse. On the bus ride home, we got a chance to talk with Pastor Edward and share photos of our family with him. We told him about snow and we talked about computers. It's easy to see why he's a favorite of so many people.

Pastor Edward

Back at the guesthouse, as we were waiting for the food to be prepared, we hung out with Pastor Stephen and Pastor Omar. They wanted to know how Matt and I met and so we told them the whole story. We also got to spend time with our friend, Karim.

We learned that Pastor Stephen's dream is to open a Bible school that would accommodate about 50 pastors so that they could come and learn more about the Bible and then teach it in their region. He needs 10 acres of land for this to happen. He is waiting on God's timing and believes in his heart that this is what he was made to do. He shared with us that he would like to send his son to nursery school next year but they lack the funds to do so. Again, he is trusting that God will provide.

Sharing family photos with Pastor Stephen

When dinner was ready, we celebrated with all of our new friends with meat pies, peanuts and fresh fruit. Once we had finished eating, each pastor, staff member and translator received a gift from our team in recognition of our appreciation for them. Pastor Godfrey came up and spoke at the end, thanking our team for the work we had been doing since we arrived. They, too, wanted to show us their appreciation and gave us each a bag of coffee and a box of tea.

The evening was a nice change of pace from the normal routine of every other day. What a blessing it was just to be able to hang out with these men and women that had been working alongside us each day.

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Uganda Recap: Day Eight

We woke up to rain today. Pouring rain. It had rained during the night. I'm pretty sure the thunder in Africa is louder than here at home.

But, by the time we actually left for the guesthouse, it had slowed to a sprinkle. I guess that's a good thing about being on "Africa time"!

When we got to the village, we were welcomed in by women who were dancing and praising Jesus. Since it was still raining, the plan was to keep everyone inside the church building until the rain had stopped. Old man weather must have known those adults wanted the kids out, because no sooner than we all settled in to our chairs, the rain stopped and the kids got sent outside. Amy, Megan, Matt and I took the oldest kids. There were many school children who wanted to participate but we were told to ask them to leave (go back to school) so that the children of the church could have our undivided attention. We spent the morning playing games, telling stories and singing songs. This crowd of kids seemed different. A bit more rough around the edges. Not as excited. Perhaps it was just because they were older than most of the kids we had already encountered and, like older kids here, are hard to impress with silly games and songs.

Matt took this little one so his sister
could participate in the games

Playing Duck, Duck Goose

In the afternoon, Matt, Megan and I went hut-to-hut with a few pastors and locals. At the first hut, we encountered a Muslim lady who told us that her son was having problems with demons so we prayed over him. She allowed us to share the story of Jesus with her even though she didn't share the same faith. After a while of sharing, she came to accept the salvation of Jesus! We continued on from hut to hut. We met another pastor of the village as we were walking around. Megan presented the Gospel to a woman who seemed like she wanted to get saved, but refused because her husband wasn't home at the time. She said she wanted to wait for him. Makes me wonder if it was a front or if husbands have that much authority over their wives that the wives might be in fear for making a decision like this without their husband present. She would be one of two women who made the same decision today. Matt tried to emphasize that we will all be held accountable for our own actions some day, and that it is our own personal decision. But still, they refused. At our third hut, I had the chance to present the Gospel. This was my first time doing it since we had arrived in Uganda and I knew it was now or never. Besides, I found myself not feeling that nervous about it. I began sharing with a young mother and while I was speaking, a young girl walked up and began to listen. They both wanted to receive salvation. The coolest part was when I spoke to the young girl. She was probably 13 or 14 and she was able to speak English pretty well. There was no need for an interpreter to help us. So here I was, somewhere in the middle of Uganda, Africa, and I'm speaking to this young girl face to face, in my own language, asking her if she believed and wanted to accept Christ into her heart. She said yes and I was able to lead her in a prayer of salvation. Just me and her. Face to face. Chills went down my back. I was thankful to be in that place. When we finished praying, her eyes were filled with joy, her smile radiant. Thank You, Jesus for using me.

At our last hut we spoke with a family who were already believers, but still they wanted to hear the story of Jesus. Before we left, we were able to give them some shoes and toys. They were very grateful.

Pastor John and Matt. Pastor John was a local village pastor who went
hut-to-hut with us today. Since we have been home, we have
been able to communicate with him through email.

Joanne

Our bus ride home was long. We arrived back at the guesthouse around 8:00 p.m. and as soon as we pulled up, the power went out. It came back on during our meeting after dinner. I was thankful that I was still able to get a hot shower!

Three days of ministry left from this point. I knew that I had to finish strong!

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Videos from Orphanage

The two videos below are from the orphanage. The first one is of all the children singing when we arrived. The second is a very short clip of Hilda. I asked her to say "Jambo!" which is a form of hello in Uganda. Enjoy!

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Uganda Recap: Day Seven

It's orphanage day today!!

But before we could get there, we went out to many different village churches in our small groups of two or three. Matt, Amy and I went to Pastor Stephen's church this morning. When we arrived, there were a few people inside the church building singing. Pastor Stephen came to the bus to greet us and said, "I knew that someone would be coming to my church, but I didn't know who would be sent. I'm so happy that it is you!"

(Sidenote: The night before when we had learned that we would be split up among various churches, our team leader told us that some churches have a Sunday school hour and a main service and some don't. He also told us that we could choose whether we wanted to do anything with the children or not.)

Matt had prepared his message for the people of Pastor Stephen's church and, after introductions were over, Pastor Stephen called Matt up to begin. Preaching on John 16:33, Matt did an awesome job at encouraging the people to take heart and find their peace in the midst of their troubles in Jesus. After Matt was finished, Amy and I gave our testimonies. Amy did a wonderful job of facing her fear and standing up in front of the crowd, speaking about the mistakes she made, but finding and placing her hope in Jesus. In response, one lady told Pastor Stephen that they thought Americans were perfect so Amy's testimony brought great encouragement to this congregation. When Amy was finished, I spoke about becoming a Christian when I was young, but recently learning how to really obey God and say yes to Him in spite of my fears.

Thinking that we were done, and just waiting for the bus to come, Pastor Stephen turned to me and asked me to take the children outside. Not being prepared for that, I said yes and Amy and I took the children for a time of stories and games. It was now time to fully rely on God to come through because we had no plan. And since I'm mostly a type A person, not having a plan does not sit well with me. We would have to fly by the seat of our pants.

Inside the building, Pastor Stephen asked Matt if he had another word for them. Matt said yes, thinking that this was the part where he would thank the people of the church for having us and for being so welcoming to us. What Pastor Stephen really meant was did Matt have another word from Scripture to share with the group! Remember that note about some churches having Sunday school and a main service and some not? Yep. This church had both. And we should have known because we were the first dropped off, which meant we'd be the last to get picked up.

So, Matt, being the champ that he is, said yes and asked for a moment to prepare. He quickly came to a devotion that he read recently and settled on that message to share with the group.

Back outside, Pastor Stephen's wife was translating for us as we told the story of Jesus and then proceeded to play any game that we could think of like Simon Says, Red Light Green Light and Tag. They taught us a game where they blindfold one person and then that person has to tag someone. Much like the game we play in the pool, Marco Polo.

Finally, we were called back in to the building for a time of testimony and offering. With a big sigh of relief, our part was finished. We sat as we listened to testimonies of the people in this village. A village ridden with poverty, famine, sickness, demons and envy. We watched as a basket was passed around to collect an offering and I was humbled by what I saw. In spite of the fact that these people having nothing, they were still placing something in that basket. We learned that they are in need of a project they can do to bring money in to their village. They would like to make bracelets to sell. They are praying for soccer balls to be sent, not so much for their own use, but to draw children to them. They figure that if the children come, the parents would too. As the bus was pulling up, we passed out sweeties and toys for the children and said our thank you's and good-byes. It was at this point that I realized how amazing our morning was, plan or no plan. Stepping onto the bus, our team leader asked how it went and all I could say was "awesome". I was very thankful for that experience, even if it did drag me out of my comfort zone and left me hanging in the unknown!

Giddy with excitement, our next stop was the guest house for lunch and then it was off to the orphanage. In just a few hours, we'd finally get to meet Hilda! Of course, we were on African time and we didn't end up leaving for the babies home until shortly after 2 o'clock. With a drive of about an hour and half, our visiting time was getting eaten away. All I wanted to do was to be there.

We finally pulled up to the orphanage set in the beautiful mountains with a view of Lake Victoria. This was it! We made it! Lugging bag after bag of donations off of the bus, we walked around to where the children were and they were singing for us. What a beautiful sight. 50 children in front of us, welcoming their visitors with songs of praise. And there she was. Hilda was standing right in the front. I wondered if she would recognize us from a picture book we made her at the beginning of this year. Would she know who we were? Would she remember us from our picture? Would she run up to us? Once they were finished, they came to greet our team and every child latched on to an adult. Hilda found our friend Kate. I was so happy to see her. As soon as greetings were over, those on the team who sponsor an orphan began to pull gifts out of their backpacks. Matt and I did not immediately pull out our things for Hilda or my parent's sponsor child. I did not want to take her away from the person she latched on to first. I didn't want to bombard her.

Bukaleba Babies Home

View from the house

This is where the story gets a little funny. See, we had been told before we arrived that Hilda was a sweet but dramatic little girl. At the orphanage, when she wants a lolipop and doesn't get one, she turns on the tears and then gets what she wants.

And so, when all the children were receiving their gifts right away and she hadn't received anything yet, she turned on the tears! We found her and asked her to come with us. I opened my bookbag and handed her the gifts we brought and she reluctantly accepted. It wasn't until one of the Aunties (that's what they call the women who work at the orphanage) told her to smile that her tears went away. She was finally coming around. She took her bear and the rest of her things and brought them inside to her cubby. A few moments later, she was back and she never really left my side the rest of the afternoon. Which I was fine with, of course!

In the meantime, I asked which child was Sandra and gave her the gifts that my parents had sent for her. What a beautiful, sweet child Sandra is. One of the older ones in the home, she was missing her front teeth. We learned that Sandra shares everything that she receives, even when she isn't asked to. And, she too, stuck by my side for the majority of the afternoon.

Sandra

Once we got the gifts out of the way, it was time to play. We played on the playground. We played with play dough. Hilda sat in my lap and taught me a hand clapping game in their language. Her laugh is infectious. She giggled hard when I tickled her. Her cheeks are incredibly chubby. She is full of attitude and loves the camera. I wanted to take her home.

Sandra sat close by coloring in her new book. A little girl who is HIV positive climbed up next to me. She can't be older than 3. Children were everywhere, our team was happy, heart strings were tugged. Our only goal was to come and love on these children. For three hours that afternoon, we simply got to play. I loved every single moment of that time.

Dinner, maybe?

This little one is HIV Positive

Jeffrey

Hilda being a ham for the camera

Cade

Damien
(came to the orphanage after his dad killed his mom and then himself)

Hilda

Hilda and Me 

Matt and Hilda

Our team at the Bukaleba Babies Home

Looking forward to the day that I can return.

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