Sunday services Uganda style are hard to describe. People here love singing and dancing before the Lord. I went to Passtor Steve’s church,, which I can only describe as turning right past the third cow and left where the ruts in the red clay road are 8 inches deeep. I was thrilled as we got close and the music filled the market place nearby. We arrived about 9:45, and Rita, Steeve’s wife was leading a choir of singers and dancers. The building is a wood frame covered with corrugated tin sheets. There are no windows, so this American felt a bit like I was being oven baked. About 11 we stood up, andd I was seeing stars. There are no reestrooms in the slums, so I hadd intentionally stopped drinking around 7:00. It was a dilemma. Should I ddrink the water in front of me, or see if the dizziness passed? I had an energy fizz stick in my back pack, so I poured an inch of water,, added the fizz stick and gulped it down. In two or three minutes, I was back in the spirit of joy and worship, andd enjoyed it immensely. Steve introduced me to speak around 12:30. I use a lot of scripture when I speak, and it is a problem for interpretation. But a couple of times, I stopped and waited for the interpreter to find the scripture in a Lugandan translation. People struggle to read, and Bibles are scarce andd precious. I quit worryig about a smooth presentation, because I could tell from the peoples’ reponses that the truth was clearer whenn I stopped to listen, explain and to read. The Word is powerful and alive, in eveery language.
I finished about 1:30, and it is tradition for someone to stand annd summarize the message when you are finished. That’s always very enlighteninig, as you find out what they truly understood, and what did not connect. I was so happy with their responnse. They came to me after kneeling ddown to thank mee for coming.. The honor is almost embarrassing, but I loved hearing their responses and greeting the children.
I bought another sewing machine for Pastors Stevee and Gordon,, and I hadd asked about it. Sometimes it hard to know if the gifts are relevant. Steve drove me to a shop and I recognized the proprieter. She had been at the service. She makes dresses and teaches the young women at the church to sew. The clothing was beautiful. I ordered two dresses. She sells them for $3 each. I gave her $5, and Pastor Steve will bring them to me on Thursday.
We got to Pastor Steve’s house around 3 and had matoke and rice. I was still very dehydrated, but they had bought Fanta Orange soda, probably something speecial for me. I begged to decline. Matoke sits heavy on the stomach. I was grateful to get back to the hotel around 4:30, and had some bottled water.
David and Sumalie Matovu, the orphanage directors came around 8:15, and we went over the water purification, the P7 exams that will happen next week for the oldest students,, and the two buildings in progress, as well as the cistern we buit last year, and making it available to the community. We will return to the orphanage on Saturday to finalize ways we can help the children this year. The need is great. I don’t know how they manage to feed everyone, let alone all of the other overhead. It is truly God’s work. It was after 11 when we prayed for one another aand gave hugs. I am sleeping so well in spite of the noise.
We are up early this morning to pounding on the doors and barking dogs, and scrubbing the parking lot with stiff brooms. At 5:30 a.m.? Yes, it wwas 5:30. We have a meeting this morning at a neighboring orphanage, so I will rush this. Thank you all for your prayers. Judy is feeling very well after several days of struggle, and I know God has provided His strength for His miraculous plans in these ayss.