After training camp we all got on a flight to Africa. I cant begin to explain the amount of excitement in the girls let alone in me. I once again was headed back to the place that holds my heart captive. After two long flights (we had a layover in Amsterdam) we were on the ground in Uganda. It may have been 11pm and dark out but we were there. Once we were out of customs and baggage a whole gang of Africans greeted us. These would soon become our friends.
We all piled in a 30 passenger bus and headed to Bugiri, our home for the next month. What we didn’t realize was how long it would take to get there. After just over 4 hours we were home.
We unloaded the bus got our room assignments and then our new friends fed us. Not just a snack but a whole meal, complete with boiled eggs, bananas, tea, rice, chips and much more. Now that it was finely 5am were all ready for bed. We for the first time crawled into our beds and tucked us into our mosquito nets. We would soon forget what its like to go to sleep without one.
We slept till our bodies woke us up the next morning. After we were up and morning tea and lunch was consumed we took a short tour of the town. This ended with us at the hospital praying over the sick.
This soon became our sunday afternoon ministry spot and a place where we would see healing and a place that the lord would use to break our hearts. I believe that if you asked my team to describe the hospital in one word they would all say HOPELESS. Its a place where people dies of curable (here in the states at least) disease, a place where patience laid on bare mattresses and where babies were born on trash bags.
When we returned from our tour we had a fan club of small black children following us and soon the number rose to around 100. Our girls jumped in and started singing and playing with these kids. After this day these kids (not all 100) would return to our house in the morning and the evening to spend with us. I believe that they saw past our white skins and knew there was something different about us.
