What a beautiful day.
Matthew 10:5-6 (ESV)
These twelve Jesus sent out, instructing them, “Go nowhere among the Gentiles and enter no town of the Samaritans, but go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.
I should probably just back track for a minor second. This
week we had three girls come this week. Lydia, Emily, and Alison. So if I talk
about them at all you will understand who they are. I always love hearing about
how they got here and how they are wanting to be involved in the ministry. Lydia
is from Ohio and there are 8 kids (Emily also has 8 kids in her family and they
have adopted). All three of the girls just graduated from high school so they
are literally right where I was just one year ago. It is such a blessing (I was
just told that I say that phrase way too often) I am really excited to see how
God uses them and watch them get involved. I feel like I am getting to re live
the same feelings I had when I got here for the first time.
On Saturday we got to go see where Gaspar (our Hungarian boy/
best friend/ step son) has been spending all of his time lately. He has been
keeping his eye on this young girl, Mercy from Zirobwe. He thinks that she has
great potential to be a professional futbol player. So he has been going back
and forth from the stadium and has been finding new ways to get her into
training. She has officially been put in the program and Gaspar has done everything
he could to support all of the girls. He REALLY wanted us to go share devotions
with them. Nothing was planned and it was really on a whim and we didn’t know
where we were going. When we got there the girls greeted us. They are from all
over Uganda so some of them don’t know English where as others didn’t know Luganda.
It was so diverse. They invited us into their home. Two small brick built rooms
and mattresses that covered the floor. We took our shoes of at the entrance and
trudged through their small living space. Practically crawling into the second
room we all sat around in a circle and introduced ourselves. Had a time of
worship. Then prayed. Everyone in their own words prayed and it felt like the
Holy Spirit really entered that place. It was HOT. And sweaty and stinky. There
really is no such thing as deodorant here and it was hot so you can only
imagine. At one point one of the girls wiped the sweat off of my face. Mercy
was so excited to see me and it was almost like seeing a family member after
being away for a while. I got to share about the story of Ruth and how it doesn’t
matter what background you are from that God will use them and that no matter
where they go in life whether they are an Olympic champion or a peasant farmer
that the name of the Lord will be praised.
Alright, back to this great day. So- we usually take the class
out to the cattle shed. I always am so blessed out there because I feel like it
is strange that we get to learn about God in a similar setting the Christ was
born in. Sometimes I just catch a small glance at what it might have been like.
After the youth worshipped with the adults we all surrounded the jack fruit
tree and talked about how we wanted this service to look. Our sweet young
musumba (pastor) Alex (also the boy that gave me the chicken) lead us in a
prayer. We all lifted our hands to the sky and he began to pray in the local
language of Luganda. When they pray they pour their hearts into every phrase
and every word that they speak. After we prayed we broke into small groups of
about 5 or 6 kiddos. Porsche and I already “Called” our favorite kids. We were
hoping that we would get the chance to visit the witch doctor and pray with
him/her. (That is going to come at a later time we were not able to get to it
today) as we set of for Kawanda- the local town in the village. We stopped
about half way at the water pump. Porsche and I wanted to give the youth an
opportunity to go wherever the spirit had lead them. We formed a small circle
in the middle of the road and began to pray in unison. Some people prayed in
English and other in Luganda. As we were praying our voices got louder and
louder. When the prayer ended Porsche asked them if they felt like God had put
anyone on their hearts that we needed to go pray for, of course he had, off we
went wandering down the bumpy, long, red dirt road. We came to a small home
that seemed mildly unkept- several of us walked into the small mud hut as the
rest of the team waited outside. It was very dark, the home belonged to an old
man who could not see and who had a really hard time walking. There were many
things on the floor of his home and it smelled of smoke. My HEART was filled
and I was so ready to pray for the whole day. One of the youth said to our
small group inside the home that we needed to seek Gods hand here and ask for
his provision. I was trying to figure out which one of us was teaching who. We
prayed for him for…I lost count of the seconds and minutes. We just prayed. I didn’t
realize until after we left that house but the team that was waiting outside
gathered together and prayed for the old man as well. After that we met a young
girl at her home, she just watched us as we were walking by and decided that we
needed to pray for her. We asked if we could enter the property and the girls
mother asked that we NOT pray for her. One of the youth translated for us and
then added that it didn’t matter because we needed to follow Gods calling so we
just started praying for her. I don’t know what was wrong with her but what I
could see was that she was missing her fingers on her right hand, her head was misshaped
and almost looked like she had a burn on her head, and her sight was not very
good. As the morning went on we came across several individuals asking for
prayer and it was so beautiful and we shared scriptures encouraging one another
as we walked. We even had an opportunity to speak to the gamblers of the town
and invited them to come to bible study. They all called themselves Christians
but the kids we were walking with said they have no fruit in their lives. On
our way back to the church it began to sprinkle and we started playing some
worship music on my phone. Alex then started sharing with the group that if
this village of Nawabango is going to change it is going to be the youth that
change it. It is going to be Christ through us. He told us that we need to be
finding ways to further the kingdom right here in their home town. I am feeling
so blessed and refreshed for this following week. Our church is real. I get to
see His work right here right now.
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