On one of the days in Uganda we went to Lake Victoria.
Thinking it would
be a day of being tourists. We were wrong. We arrived at the lake.
Proceeded to squish into a boat and travel to an Island. Where we went
to meet the police and let them know that we were going to “evangelize”.
As we sat there once again squished on wooden benches introducing
ourselves to the police children, like always, started to gather.
After splitting into groups each with a translator we were off to spread
hope and love to a island that we would soon learn was lacking both.
Yebe Island is home to fishermen. Everyone on the island is either a
fishermen or married to one. There is no hospital. No school. And 5
churches on an Island that you can practically see across. There is so
much despair. Children run around all day with no school to go to. I was
asked by one to stay so that I could teach him English.
Each person we talked to wanted prayer for financial stability. The
women (who can afford it) have had to send their kids to mainland and
wanted prayer for safety and to be reunited.
My team had a rough day hearing all the stories and trusting that this
hopelessness wouldn’t stay. Our/My prayer for Yebe Island is that there
will one day be a school. That the churches will rally together and
unite for the future of their kids.
One of my favorite picture from the trip. I didn’t even know this kid
had popped into my photo until she did. Behind her are fish being dried
in the sun after being smoked. A little look at life on the Island.
