“Ayonge Apuuli” – My pet name is Father. Everyone here in Uganda has a pet name. They try to make it fit some special circumstance that distinguishes a person. I can’t imagine why they chose to call me Apuuli.
Today has been as every day so far – busy, productive, exhausting and wonderful. I preached twice with an interpreter. He is a very talented young man named Peter, and he synced really well. It was actually quite fun. And the people were with me. We connected. What a joy! At the end of one service, an elderly lady came forward. She said that she had been in the Anglican church, but had never come to a personal relationship with Christ. She prayed what is called here “a prayer of confession.” May God be glorified in the remaining days of her life.
Today also began the medical mission. Everyone who came back had stories to tell. They ran the gamut between utterly heartbreaking to joyous to comical. Debby Chambers says the hard part is seeing people that have diseases more serious than can be treated here. She knows that apart from God’s hand, some of those people will soon step into eternity. But there were also the stories of people sorting through the used eyeglasses until they found a pair that actually worked for them, and just watching their faces light up with glee. Coni Kifer gave up her personal pair of glasses to someone when no other pair could be found.
Jody and Gene poured a pad today for a generator at the medical center site. Sound simple? Well, you’ve never poured concrete in Uganda. Tomorrow they drive to Kampala to pick up the generator, and they should be able to set it Wednesday.
We had water for a few minutes this afternoon. I discovered that it was not washing that I missed–it was rinsing! Brenda said she feared that if a good rainstorm came along, we would all suds up in public. 🙂
We’re at that difficult stage of the trip. We feel like we’ve done so much that we’re very tired. We feel like we’ve done so little as to not even make a dent. We feel like there’s so much left to do, and only two full days of work to do it in. We could stay here forever, and we long to be home. I’m sure we’ll all shed some tears and need a little time to decompress when we return.
I haven’t devoted a special blog to Alissa, but I really should. She really is an incredible young lady. She’s not fully recovered, and says she feels like she’s at about 80%, but her 80% is about three times the energy and stamina of most. I’ve told her several times to rest, slow down, leave things with God and delegate to others, but it’s no use. After all, her pat name is Obooki – stubborn like a pig! 🙂