Worship

Today we went to different churches to worship.  I attended God’s Care Church, led by Pastor Victor Sande.  He is a remarkably capable young man, working very hard with few resources.  He has been faithful with what God has given to him, and I know that God will therefore entrust him with more.

The service was different in a number of ways. First, it lasted three hours.  There was lots of singing, some in English and some in the local language.  We were able to pick up on the songs (at least a little) and join in this joyous praise of God.  Can I relay the funniest moment?  Three people were playing three different drums (the only musical accompaniment).  On one of the songs, one of the young men just couldn’t seem to get the right rhythm.  Another young man walked up, and smilingly relieved him of his duties.  I thought that would only happen with mzungus! 🙂

Then there was a time of testimony, a time for greeting visitors and allowing each one to speak, a time of prayer, a time of allowing Greg Chambers to speak on behalf of our mission team, then a time for preaching.  Pastor Victor brought a good word from Hosea 4:6 about those who perish for lack of knowledge.  That will be the theme of the Pastors Conference that begins tomorrow.  We also had a time of praying for those who were sick or had special needs.  How humbling to pray for a small child who had suffered a head injury (his skull was apparently crushed in one spot), for those who needed money desparately, for those who had untreated ulcers.  It is clarifying to minister to those who have genuine needs, not merely wants.

We also dedicated the land for the medical center today.  It is being named in honor of Debby Chambers’ parents, whose estate is funding the project.  They had a genuine heart for missions and it is moving to see that heart beat in their daughter, and judging from the excitement that Alissa is showing, their granddaughter, too.

Still no water in Kyenjojo, but no one really cares.  We receive large cooking oil or petrol containers with fresh water, and we’ve learned to bathe in a basin.  That seems so primitive, but it’s far more than most here have.  Nothing like a little perspective, huh?  I wept because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.

gkr1996 posted at 2009-6-21 Category: Uganda 2009