My last month or so has been filled with excitement and a bit of danger.
I went to karamoja, and ministered to the people there. There are still very primative and still resort to violence and cattle rustling. It was an exciting experience being among such people. They are very similar to the Masai of tanzania and kenya. They drink blood/milk mixture and still practice a lot of ancestor worship/witch doctor stuff. It was a good time and the word of God was well recieved. I felt like i was really in africa. I know that sounds silly, but Kapchorwa is so nice and temperate, being on the mountain, that you start to forget you are in Africa, and you imagine that you are in tennessee. Funny huh? So, after all of that, i went back to Bukwo again, which was an experience all on it's own. You should ask me about it! It was a strange trip, riding in a tiny clown car with no brakes, no tyre tread, and a broken suspension up and down a mountain will always leave you with a story. Imagine a full 6 hour car trip, pushing a 3-cylinder engine/suzuki up a mountain, having four flat tyres and no brakes... so yeah.
I'm heading home on monday... tomorrow is my last full day in Uganda. It is a strange thing to say.. "i'm heading home" when i've felt like this is my home. It feels like i'm leaving my home to go . . . HOME?!? If that doesn't make sense to you, you're on track with how i feel. It makes me think about how our life on earth, as Christians, is. We are living, we are interacting, making friends, making differences, making mistakes... you know, the usual. But throughout all that time, we are just passing through, on a pilgrimmage. We are not really home. Not yet. How often do you forget that you are only visiting, and that your home is far better? A renewed heaven and earth, full unity with God and no more pain and heart-ache. Home sounds good to me. How about you?
See you all soon.
