Last Day in Kyenjojo
I slept fitfully last night. It’s a small thing, I know, but I was leading a seminar today for the leaders of God’s Care Ministries. Their culture is so different here, there understanding of and commitment to ministry so different from ours. Pastor Victor had thought that some leadership training would be helpful. I was not sure how material that would suit well in the U.S. would fit here. So it was late last night before I turned it over to the LORD and said, “I have no idea if this is going to work. Use it as you see fit.”
Four hours later, I was wide awake, rehearsing it all in my mind, thinking through how I could say things simpler. When the time finally rolled around, I was as excited as I am on opening day of football.
Now that it is all over, I still have no idea how useful it will be. The 20 or so people who participated seemed appreciative, but they face realities so far beyond my understanding. All I know to do is pray. I know I spoke truth from God’s word. I know He will accomplish whatever purpose for which it was sent forth.
It is evening as I write this and the rest of the Team is still out. Out in a wild rainstorm, I might add. It came up so quickly that it surprised everyone her in the hotel. Heavy winds and dark skies moved in so quickly that I wondered if this were some African form of a tornado. The wind slammed a heavy metal door shut in the lobby, which sounded like a cannon. But now it appears to be just a torrential rain. I bless the rains down in Africa.
The rest of the crew had planned to work at the dormitory this morning. Plans shifted suddenly when one of the drivers said that they should see the “monkeys” (they are actually baboons) in Fort Portal, about 45 minutes away. We passed through there last week on our way to the park, but only Ciarra saw a baboon. So, off they went on the spur of the moment. I told them they were abandoning me to go off and have fun, so I was praying they would not see a single monkey. Just teasing, of course. I hope they saw lots. [PS – The crew has arrived and they saw lots of baboons, which even came up to the vehicle to take bananas from their hands.]
I think we’re all excited to be in the final lap, but this is also a hard part of the trip. Saying goodbye to friends here is not easy. And saying goodbye to children who have wriggled their way into our hearts and firmly planted themselves there, well, that’s just downright awful. Keli Horne is a dental hygienist from Clarion, PA. She has done wonderful work with the children this week, cleaning teeth that are rarely (or ever) brushed. But what she has been most passionate about is her sponsored child, Joseph. She came down for dinner tonight and it was evident on her face that even though we are still here, she’s already missing him. All of us feel that way, I suspect.
It’s hard to know if or when I can post again. We leave early tomorrow morning for Kampala. If we stay at the same hotel, there will be no internet. And so the next post may be during our layover in D.C. on Tuesday morning. If I can post more of our trip, I will.