"My Father Betrayed Me," but LOVE NEVER FAILS!

In just two weeks, I will be leaving for Rwanda to spend 10 days learning about the genocide that occurred there in the 1990s. From Rwanda I will spend 2 days debriefing the semester at a guest house in Uganda, and then I will be flying home. This may be my last blog post due to not having internet access, so I want to leave you with some of the thoughts and emotions I am sifting through as I prepare to face an old yet very new reality back home in good old Pottsville, Pennsylvania.

What do you say to a little girl who tells you to take her back to America with you as she willingly has no problems leaving her family behind, if she in fact does have a family? What do you say to a young woman who asks for your left over clothes and tells you she feels betrayed by her father because he promised her a good life yet can’t provide food for supper? What do you say to the little children who just told you how they were abandoned and left on the streets to fend for themselves, some at the age of four years old? What do you say to your host family when you tell them you won’t get malaria because you buy medicine to protect yourself while your host cousin is in the back bedroom with the exact disease you’re protected from? What do you say to your roommate when she tells you she’s having a bad day because someone made a comment about her dead brother? What do you say to the people of a nation who witnessed their family and neighbors being hacked to death by machetes during a 100 day genocide?

I have in fact faced all of those encounters. I don’t know what it’s like to live a poor lifestyle. I don’t know how it feels to be betrayed. I can’t empathize with my roommate because I have my entire family, with good health, waiting for me to come back to our home. I can’t begin to fathom what it was like for the people of Rwanda during the genocide when their flesh and blood was being murdered in masses, inside of churches, thousands of bodies rotting in the streets. I have never suffered. I have found myself looking into the ugliness of life, but I have never lived in its midst. I have an escape. I get to walk away knowing I have a home, a safe, healthy place waiting for me. I get to walk away knowing I am part of a country, part of a culture, where there’s more than enough. I get to walk away.

How do I process that? Is there any blame on my behalf for the life I’ve been living in America? I spent three months living out of a suitcase. I’ve been bathing in a bucket, the same bucket I use to wash the seven outfits I’ve been wearing for the past three months, and I still have more than enough.

A young girl said to a friend of mine, “I can’t do miracles because my skin isn’t your color. You can do miracles because your skin is white. Your skin is better than mine.” I saw a child about the same age as my little sister back home who was playing on a dirt bank naked as a button, and as she slid down the bank the dirt covered her bare behind. A young boy asked me for 3,000 shillings (about $1.50) just so he could afford primary school. How do I handle these situations? What’s the best way to respond? There’s a bit of shame and guilt that fills in my heart, but I know those emotions are not mine to bear. I have to do something, but what do I do?

I question how I’m supposed to react to these things. I question how I’m supposed to act once I get back home when just thinking about stepping foot into Wal-Mart gives me anxiety. I question myself with how I’m supposed to relay all I’ve experienced that are found under the surface level happenings of my trip. Uganda is beautiful and God’s presence is here. There are happy children and not all of them are starving. There are medical clinics and homes for the orphaned children that are run beautifully, but that doesn’t mean life is all palm trees and monkeys around every corner.

Giving money to the beggars isn’t the solution. Telling the hungry child that God is with them doesn’t satisfy the hunger in their stomachs. Feeling sorry for the sick and wishing they had better health services isn’t going to solve anything. I question what the solution is. What can I do? How do I respond? As I spend time pressing into the Lord’s heart, I can only think of one thing: love. I believe the best place to launch is to set fire to the world through the love of Christ. Compassion. That’s the ticket..or so I believe. Our words do carry power, but sometimes actions truly do speak louder than words, especially when the orphaned child doesn’t speak English. For whatever reason, God has given me the life I have, yet that does not mean he loves me anymore or any less than the homeless HIV patient.  Throughout the gospels, Jesus was filled and moved with compassion. He laid hands on the lepers and met with the woman at the well who wasn’t seen as worthy. Who am I not to do the same? I am not too good to hold the hand of the woman with AIDS or to hug the small child who just crawled out of the slums. The material things my American culture has given me are not going to change the world. While I believe those blessings have been given for a reason, they are not the end all and be all. I believe the correct response is to live a servant’s life loving humbly and furiously. Please read the definitions of love in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. It has become my challenge to walk in that love and to remember that love never fails.

It is going to take me a long time to process all I’ve experienced during the last couple of months. Love may or may not be the answer, but that’s the conclusion I have come to so far. I want to share my experiences. I want you to know the good, the bad, the ugly and all the joyful things I’ve experienced. I’m an open book and I promise not to hold anything back! I will freely and gladly share whatever you ask me to share, but I only ask that you take what I say with a grain of salt because my experiences are solely based on a 4 months’ time during a study abroad trip. I didn’t come here on a missions trip and 4 months is not nearly enough time to sum up all of Africa, let alone Uganda. I only know in part. There is much for me to share and I am more than willing to make time for you, and I’m sure as I continue to process, I will have even more insight for you in the time to come.

So what do you say to the little girl who tells you to take her back to America with you? Or to the woman who feels betrayed by her own father? Or to the sick and hungry? I believe you say nothing. You hold the child’s hand while you walk down the street and you hug the young woman. You sit among the sick and hungry and when it’s time to say good-bye you leave with the hope and faith that God’s love has already overcome.

 

SEVEN SECOND VERSION!

To solve pain, sickness and suffering, I believe loving humbly is the answer. If you want to hear about Uganda, holler at me! Actually you should probably facebook me or something because I don’t think I could hear you hollering at me all the way in Uganda. Hopefully I’ll get to talk to you soon! Blessings!

Everyday Blue Skies and Rainbows

Eighty two. Eighty two days I have been in Uganda. Thirty five. Thirty five days until I leave Uganda and head back home to the US of A. One hundred and seventeen. One hundred and seventeen days is the exact number of days I will have spent in Uganda. In the long scheme of things, I wonder how long one hundred and seventeen days really is in comparison with the rest of my life. While at times it feels like forever and a day, I really don't think it's a long time at all. In fact, I believe these one hundred and seventeen days are serving as a commissioning time. They're preparing me for my future and the numerous days to come. I have learned to enjoy the present, taking life day by day, enjoying every moment. I know God's plan for my life is brilliant, and right now I am marveled by my journey thus far.

I have been requested to share with you all the happenings of my every day life. In case you were not aware, about a month ago I had to move out of my host family's home and move onto campus. That was a very emotional time for me because I came into this program expecting to spend all four months with my family. The concept of family is very close to my heart, and while my family in America is everything to me, I discovered I have been blessed with an amazing family in Uganda. It wasn't easy to move onto campus, but as always, God works all things out for the good.
I am living with a beautiful Ugandan woman named Hilda in Florence Dorm on campus. We're slowly learning about each other and I am getting to experience different aspects of Ugandan culture. The adjustment was more difficult than I imagined and campus life is completely different from life with a host family, but I am proud to say I have gotten the best of both worlds.

Every morning I wake up around 6:45, get myself dressed and head to the track with my friend Carissa to get a morning run in. As we struggle to wake ourselves up and fat kid jog around the track, we get to inhale the nice fresh Ugandan air, and by nice and fresh I mean the smell of the sanitation plant located near the far corner of the track. Mmmm! I also find myself getting dizzy as I have to keep my eyes on the ground for fear of falling in a hole or slipping on the red mud. For anyone watching us, we probably look like circus animals! All is good though..we get a lot of laughs each morning! After our run, we head to the dining hall, or the "DH," for some breakfast. Breakfast consists of milk tea and 2 slices of hard bread. Butter is spread only on one side of the bread, so I you just dip the other piece into the tea and add some flavor. Tuesdays and Thursdays we get a hard boiled egg and a roll..with no butter, but still, the egg is a nice treat! After breakfast, we head back to the dorms, take a cold breath-taking shower and get ready for class.

Depending on the day I have anywhere from zero classes to three classes. In general the classes here are much easier than classes at Messiah, but I feel I am learning more during my semester here than I have during my time at Messiah. I am learning more about life as a whole rather than text book facts. Tuesdays and Thursdays there's community worship for about an hours starting around 12 (African time). At 1:00, lunch is served. Rice is served at every meal besides breakfast. Sometime there's mashed, cooked bananas at lunch, but not always. There's a food called posho which I find repulsive, but the Ugandans love it. It's basically flour and water and corn..I think. It looks like a white sponge. Sauce is also served at every meal. Sauce is either cow peas, meat sauce, beans or g-nuts. G-nuts are my personal favorite. They're very similar to peanuts, but they're red in color. They mash them up, add some water and it produces a nice purple mush of stuff! I have also learned to by spices at the market such as garlic or chili powder to add some flavor to the rice. After lunch, I spend most of my time doing homework or walking into town if I need to buy anything. There's also a nice little fruit stand on campus where I can buy a bag of the world's best fruit for 1,000 shillings (about 11cents). Once in a while I like to treat myself to that.

I finish doing work around 6:30 and head to dinner around 6:45. Dinner is usually the same as lunch. There's always rice and sauce. As an added bonus, there's usually either irish potatoes or sweet potatoes and a VEGSTABLE!! Praise God! After dinner, it's chill time. I hang around the dorms and spend time getting to know the other USP students the Ugandans living in my dorm. We have evening fellowships certain nights of the week and other nights we watch movies or just hang out. Anywhere from 10-12 I end up falling asleep.

Everyday is a new day and a day in which I can open my eyes and see the bright blue sky. It has begun raining during the week and this past weekend on my way to a field trip with my art class I saw the most beautiful rainbow. The colors were so bright and in that moment I was reminded of where I am. I am presently in Africa where the colors of life are exploding in my soul. I would have never imagined that God would call me to Africa at such a time as this. Africa seemed so far in the future for me, but what's time in the kingdom of heaven? As I look out the window and look at the sky, I am so thankful for my everyday life here. While it may not sound so exciting, there's something new in each day that illuminates with God's magnificence. Eight two. Thirty five. One hundred and seventeen. They are just numbers to me now. I find that I'm mostly focusing on the colors of life rather than the hours, days, weeks and months. It will be a bitter sweet good-bye for me when April 30th rolls around and I come home. Until then, I am enjoying everyday life in Uganda and I hope you are able to get a little insight as to what that may look like.

As a heads up, my next blog topic will most likely discuss what to expect from me when I do return home. I am borrowing this idea from a friend: if you want to hear my stories, set up a coffee date with me. If you don't like coffee, you can drink something else, but I am so coffee deprived it's unreal! Anyone who wants to chat, I will make time to do so. What I mention in my blog and what you may see on facebook are only a slight reflections of my experiences. There's much more to be said and many emotions to share that are found behind the scene. I can't promise that I will tell you what you want to hear, and I can't really tell you all about Africa. What I can do I share with you about Mukono, Uganda and my journey over the last four months. I pray God's blessing over all of you and thank you for your support during my time here. Your thoughts and prayers have made my time here beyond anything I could have imagined.



SEVEN SECOND VERSION
I just raddled on about my everyday life here and explained that my life is revolving around colors rather than the ticking of the clock.

Surrendering to a True, Raw Compassionate Mindset

"When Jesus was moved to compassion, the source of all life trembled, the ground of all love burst open, and the abyss of God's immense, inexhaustible, and unfathomable tenderness revealed itself."

-Henri Nouwen, Compassion

 

 

          For the past few weeks, my core class entitled Faith & Action has been reading through a book called Compassion by Henri Nouwen (among other authors) and discussing the deep but familiar concept of compassion. After reading the book and spending these last few weeks diving further into the idea, I have discovered that my view on compassion was so elementary and so off focus from what I now know and understand. While I believe compassion is an all or nothing kind of life-style, I think it is a simple and easy concept...as long as you are willing to go all in and find yourself wrestling with many uncomfortable situations. How much of yourself are you willing to give up to follow this way of life? How faithfully do are you willing to follow in the footsteps of Christ? Where are you going to turn when the way of compassion brings you face to face with ugly and tragic situations? Essentially compassion is love, right? How can loving others be so difficult? After all, it is one of the greatest commandments. I believe compassion, true, raw compassion is about total surrender. Compassion is about letting go and letting God. Compassion is about filling yourself completely with Christ's love and saying yes to the struggles and obstacles that come along with walking in that love. Compassion is a beautiful thing, but I've learned it requires more than sending a sympathy card or taking the time out of you busy day to pray over the sick.

 

           In the first chapter of the book, the authors focus on "Emmanuel," God-with-us. When talking about those longing for compassion, the poor, the sick, the unfortunate, the lonely, the depressed, God is with us. The authors write, "It does not mean that God solves our problems, shows us the way out of confusion, or offers answers for our many questions. God might do all of that, but the solidarity of God consists in the fact that God is willing to enter with us into our problems, confusions and questions." I believe God is an all powerful, all loving God, but I also believe He is a God who wants His children to seek after Him, receive His gifts, and find comfort in His outstretched arms. I have learned that this concept of Emmanuel is the basis for entering into full compassion.

 

          The book continues to reflect on the life of Jesus, and how he was moved with compassion. Christ's love is what led him to perform the miracles and healings he did. He didn't so such things to become popular or to gain recognition. He did those things to reveal the nature of God the Father and display the love found in his heart. Jesus went and humbled himself to be with the sick. He went to the diseased. He suffered and took on persecution because of his great love and compassion to the poor. For example, you can read the story about the woman at the well in John 4. Jesus went to the woman who was drawing water from the well and immediately he asked her for a drink. Jesus leveled himself with the poor woman and asked her for the exact thing that she was in need of. He was moved into compassion and used his love to lead her closer the God. Christ suffered and paid the ultimate price. He took all the ugly, all the stings of life and hung them on the cross with him. He felt our pain. He didn't rise above it. Jesus Christ lived a humble life of servanthood. He experienced humiliation and degradation to have his heart poured out over all the people of the world.

 

          What if we all lived a life like Christ? What if we all loved the way he loved? I believe that if we live the life he lived, we too need to enter into periods of suffering and pain, all while remembering Emmanuel.  The book talks about competitiveness and how most often people enter into situations and instead of humbling themselves they automatically assume they are of higher levels or of higher power than the people they are seeking to help. Most people have a competitive nature and can't help but walk into situations assuming they're the savior and can't wait to gain recognition for the great works they've done. Did Christ look for recognition? No. He looked to love and to bless the hopeless. None of us are saviors. None of us should be seeking a pat on the back for giving a homeless man a few bucks. To simply be among the poor, the sick, the sufferers, to give them your time, to humble yourself as a servant, a friend, to be a present day Jesus..that's what it means to be compassionate.

 

          Being truly compassionate, walking in the way of love like Christ did opens you up to vulnerability. It opens you up to an unknown realm. It takes you to a place of surrender where faith, patience and humility become key virtues. Being truly compassionate, moving into action, requires you live among the least of these. It requires you to live among the least of these, not visit for a short time and go back to living your life of luxury. Imagine yourself being among the least of these? How would that change your everyday life? It sure as heck doesn't entail you laying on a nice beach chair as you dig your toes in the sand listening to the sound of the ocean. A life of compassion may lead you to live in raw, dark poverty. It may require you to walk hand in hand with the sick. It may require you to step out into faith and trust that God's love is all you really need.

 

"Here we see what compassion means. It is not bending toward the underprivileged for a privileged position; it is not a reaching out from on high to those who are less fortunate below; it is not a gesture of sympathy or pity for those who fail to make it in the upward pull. On the contrary, compassion means going directly to those people and places where suffering is most acute and building a home there. God's compassion is total, absolute, unconditional, without reservation. It is the compassion of the one who keeps going to the most forgotten corners of the world, and who cannot rest as long as there are still human beings with tears in their eyes. It is the compassion of a God who does not merely act as a servant, but who expresses the divinity of God through servanthood."

 

 

          Compassion is a beautiful thing, both in giving and receiving. It's a hard thing to surrender to, but when you look into the eyes of the least of these, you will find Jesus. He's there. He's with them. He's with you. He's in you. His love is completely mind-blowing and completely unfathomable. I realize I may have been a little radical or extreme describing the places compassion may take you, but the truth is compassion may actually take you to those places. As Christians, I believe it is our duty to return to others the love that Christ has freely given us. John 16:33 says, "In this world you will have struggles, but take heart I have overcome the world." The Bible says we will have struggles. We will face challenges, but God has overcome the world and through His spirit inside of us, we too have claimed that victory. Walk in love. Live compassionately. Surrender to God and embrace the tenderness of your Father's heart. 

 

 

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ." 2 Corinthians 1:3-5

 

 

 

 

 

Seven Second Version

Walk in love and be among the least of these. Compassion is more than sending a sympathy card in the mail.

 

 

 

PS. I come home sweet home in 50 days!

 

          

Lesson Learned From African Time

All my life I had an agenda. I set goals for myself and I made sure I reached them. I set expectations and always needed to know what was ahead of me. Except for that time in the 6th grade when I wanted to be a lawyer, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. As I began to grow in Christ, I realized my passion for teaching is far more than wanting to have high school students learn about social studies. I believe my passion for teaching is rooted in ministry. I want nothing more than to speak Christ's love into the life's of others and inform them of the truth behind the gospel. I want to see the kingdom of heaven come to life on earth in a powerful and radical way. I want to see joy explode in children and help set them up for their destiny with their father. I have no idea when, where, or how that is going to play out in my life. I have no idea what my ministry is going to look like. For the first time in my life I don't have a plan, and God is telling me to be patient. His timing is perfect.

Being in Africa has taught me that it is ok not to have an agenda. There's a phrase here that says, "there's no hurry in Africa." Taken literally, no one and nothing is ever on time here so it's a pretty humorous statement. But when I think about where I am in life, where my passion lies and wondering how it's all going to be possible to achieve my own destiny in Christ, I'm reminded through the African culture that there is no hurry. This semester in Uganda has taught me to enjoy the present. I don't know the answer for my life, but I do know who the answerer is. God has my life mapped out so perfectly. For the first time, I don't know what's going to happen next. I don't even have a summer job lined up, but God is preparing an amazing opportunity for me at home this summer. While I am still agenda minded, I am ok with the unknown, no expectations. I know who I am and I know whose I am, and through that I know God is going to far exceed any dream, goal, or plan I have for my life. I know my final destination and I know my God is ever so faithful. There's no hurry, and I have finally submitted to that. As I continue to pray for patience, I trust in Jesus Christ to lead me down the path that has been set up for me from the creation of the world.


April 5th is my last day of classes. April 17th, I leave for Rwanda and April 30th I fly back home. With just a little over a month's worth of class time left, I realize my time here is very short. I don't want to miss out on a single moment that God has prepared for me. While I am coming to terms with an unknown future, I am also coming to terms with what it means to be fully in the present. This semester has presented me with some of the hardest, most emotionally draining times of my life, but somehow the good Lord has still overpowered those moments with joy. I am so happy to be where I am. I am so humbled and so blessed by this experience. In fact, I wouldn't change a thing, not even the hard times. Through those times, I have drawn closer to the heart of Christ and He has seated me on the shores of grace where the waves are so powerful and so beautiful.

So what does it mean, then, to be in the present? African time and their idea of presence has pushed me to think about this question. To me, being in the present is soaking in my surroundings. It's enjoying the company of those around me, even if my mind is reverting to things outside of my current place. Being in the present is finding Jesus in every person, every object, every gust of wind, every raindrop, every ray of sun or reflection from the moon. It's submitting yourself to uncertainties. It's surrendering previous thoughts and emotions and choosing joy because through Christ, I have the ability to change any atmosphere. Being in the present is a gift. It's scary because if I'm fully in the present, I don't know what is going to happen next. Being in the present is surrendering and trusting in God having hope and faith that He truly does have my life in the palm of His hands. Being in the present is a beautiful thing. It has taught me to let go and to simply live.

 

"This is how we know that we belong to the truth and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence: If our hearts condemn us, we know that God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything." 1John 3:19

I pray that all of you may find joy in the unknown and rest in the presence. God is faithful and God is good and I am blown away and humbled by his grace. Live life as Christ has prepared it for us. It's a beautiful thing.




Seven Second Version
The unknown is scary, but God is in control. The present is here and now and finding peace in the here and now is finding a place of rest in Christ.

Riches That Can't Be Purchased with Money

When you think about Africa, what are the first few things you think of? Maybe you think of the Lion King! Maybe you think of grass huts and traditional rituals. Maybe you think of starving children. Maybe you think of a dark or dirty place where you one day wish to come and transform via some amount of money to end poverty. Maybe you think of epidemic diseases and death, or maybe even a place that needs to know how to become better followers of Christ. If I am being honest with myself, these are some of the many things I have thought of before spending this semester in Uganda. I pray and hope that through my sharing of this past week, all of those thoughts are transformed and you will be able to recognize that while many Africans may not have much materialistic things to offer and while disease and poverty strike much of the African population, many people here have riches in their hearts and spirits that cannot be purchased with any sum of money or wealth.

For those of you who were unaware, I have spent the past week in a beautiful village seated in the hills of Mount Elgon. I lived in Kaptorwa village with a family of 7. I lived with my host father, Daniel and mother, Patricia. They are the proud parents of Eric, Sara, Selina, Aggrey, Fiasco (true story!) and Norris. My home was a semi-permanent home made of sticks, mud, water, cow dung and ashes. My family owned one cow, a few pigs and many chickens. There was no electricity, so the sun, moon and stars were my only source of light. Food was gathered from the grounds and trees surrounding the home and was cooked over the fire. Water was fetched from an underground pump about a 10 minutes walk away and milk was collected from a family friend about a 20 minutes walk away. I have learned that village life isn't easy, but it's beautiful and I admire the village folk very very much. To describe all the events that have happened to me this past week and all the emotions that have come along with it is impossible to cover in a blog topic. If you wish to learn more, feel free to facebook message me or ask me about it when I return. To sum it all up a head of time, this week has renewed my mind and reshaped my heart, opening my eyes to God's presence, protection, and magnificence. For now, I am going to give you just a few scenarios that thought me about "riches that can't be purchased with money."


A Table Prepared Before You
A visitor to the village is highly respected. My host father told me on many occasions that my presence brought them much respect from the other tribesmen. My father's phone was ringing nonstop by family and friends because they wanted me to come and see their home. Notice I didn't say they wanted to come to my family's home. They wanted me to visit theirs. Most of my mornings, then, were spend walking across the village to meet and greet member's of my family's clan. Many of the houses I visited were semi-permanent like my own. Some of the houses were grass huts and none of them had electricity. To the typical western mind, these people were very poor, possibly surviving on only a dollar a day. Their clothes weren't something any of us would by at the local mall. Their feet were dirty from not walking in shoes and their hands were callused from all the daily labor. But the people I encountered at Kaptorwa were some of the most kind-hearted, genuine, compassionate, hospitable people I have ever met. They would milk their cow and prepare tea for me. They would slaughter their chicken to prepare meat for me to eat. While the woman would be slaving in the kitchen, they would open their small homes for me to eat in their living room. A giant table was always prepared before me, and eating only one plate of food wasn't acceptable. Before the meal, a prayer was always prayed to bless the food and to thank our Father for giving resources to prepare it. Whenever I would try and thank the families for having me, they would return with even more favor and thanksgiving for being able to have me as their guest. As I made my way from family to family, my physical eyes were seeing their suffering and their lack of all things so easily accessible in the states, but God reminded me to look at more than worldly things. As I made my way from family to family, I saw the joy in their spirits as they prepared a meal in the small, mud made kitchen. I saw the gratefulness in their eyes as I went back for more cabbage and beans. I saw their genuine humility as they asked me to simply pray for them so the Lord may grant them a chance to one day build a permanent home. I saw love in their hearts as they, too, prayed a blessing over me. I have never been touched by so many families as I have this past week. I left asking myself this one question, "Who am I to judge and feel bad for the looks of these people, their homes, and their lack of materialistic things when they have just laid down all they have to prepare a table before me?" Hospitality is a rich that can't be purchased with money but can be found in places where you may least expect it.

When Presence is Enough

 

Throughout the day, when I wasn't hiking, climbing, exploring the village or visiting with neighbors, I was sitting. Sometimes I was sitting alone and sometimes I was sitting with family or family friends who knew no English. Often, I found myself sitting in complete silence with only the sounds of nature ringing in my ear. Frankly, I had no reason to get up and move because I had nothing to do and no where to go. I would often find that the people I was sitting with were quite content to sit in silence. My host father would later tell me that those I were sitting with were very pleased that I spent time with them. My presence was there and that was enough. In my mind I would be thinking, "Why in the world did they enjoy spending time with me? We didn't do anything. We sat there like a few bumps on a log." By the end of the week I stared enjoying sitting in silence and with people who I communicated very little with, if I was able to communicate at all. I found that in those times I was able to appreciate the gift of presence and use that quiet time to pray for that person and ask the Holy Spirit to show me what he loves about that person. What I began to be reminded of is that all the people of this world were made and created in the image of God. We all behold special characteristics of him. That means that if so many people enjoy the presence of another, even if that means being present in silence, no speaking, no distractions, just being, then God also enjoys presence. I was reminded that God also loves when we sit and spend time with him. We don't have to have any agenda. We don't have to have conversation. All I have to do is be present with my heavenly Father. Through the silence and the act of simply being, I was reminded that presence is enough. I was reminded that God sheds light through his people and if presence is enjoyable to those made in his likeness, then he too enjoys presence. Presence is a rich that can't be purchased with money but can be a gift that is given whole heartedly and mean more than any gift purchased with tangible cash.









Faith and Hope for a Future

 

 

My very last night with my host family, I was put in charge of the fellowship my family has before hitting they hay. I had a gift of a Willow Tree Angle entitled "Beautiful Wishes" that I wanted to give to my family, but I wanted to find the most meaningful way to present it to them. I decided to have everyone in my family go around the circle and give me one wish they have for their lives. As we sat outside in the kitchen lighted by a kerosene lamp, I was moved and touch in such a beautiful way. Many of my family members wished for these grand and extravagant plans. As I was listening to their biggest dreams, a part of me was thinking there is no way these are all going to come true. How was I going to react when they were finished? I couldn't tell them that one day the wishes would become their reality because I honestly don't know where God is going to lead them. I was on the verge of tears when my mother made a few wishes. One was that she prayed God would listen to their prayers and give them a hope for a good future. She wished for faith that God would outdo all the wishes her children had mentioned. Then God told me that he absolutely adores my host family. He has a very special plan for them and he will never leave them dry. I was reminded of the verse found in Ephesians 3:20 "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.." God is going to blow those wishes out of the water and my family is going to dive into the shores of grace. Faith and hope are riches that can't be purchased with money, but can be found in the heart of the Lord. My family has such a beautiful wish and their trust in God is one to be admired.

 

 

When you think about Africa, what are the first few things you think of? For me, I think of many things. I think of how Africa is a grand part of the world and God has got the whole world in his hands. I think about those starving children and how sitting in their presence means more than any toy that can be bought for them. I think of the warm welcomes and the hospitable, non-judgmental spirits of the Christian population. I think of how the Lord has given such faith and such favor to the people. I think of how God is very very present here, and how through simple things he manifests himself and wait to be found. I think of when God is seen and how breathtakingly beautiful is. Africa has many third world countries that desperately need radical transformation, but when I think of Africa I think of the people who I have encountered and how humble I am be the blessings they have poured into my life. The Africa I think of is a part of the Lord's heart that is exploding with compassion and a place in the world where material possessions is far from being rich.





Seven Second Version
Africa is way more beautiful than you think. There's more to the heart of Africa than the poverty you may see with your physical eyes.

Where Ever You Are..

Dear Family and Friends,

I apologize for my lack of blogging, but I have been on quite the emotional rollercoaster. If you have been following my blog posts, you know that I recently dealt with a huge bed bug problem and some sickness. I was bug/sickness free for about a week and low and behold those lil buggers (no pun intended) came crawling back. I started getting bit again and soon enough I got sick again. I actually think I was getting sick due to the bites. That seems to be the only logic reasoning. I talked to the staff members of my program right away and they told me I was not allowed to stay with my host family until the problem was solved. I spent 3 nights sleeping on campus until the exterminator went to my host home and sprayed all my stuff real good (or so I hope!).

This past Friday was my last night sleeping on campus. I woke up early Saturday morning to head into the capital city, Kampala, to meet up with Watoto Ministries. My good friend and I were going to visit my grandparents' sponsor child. When I woke up Saturday morning I heard news of a family emergency back at home. My family is everything in the world to me, so hearing this news was not pleasant to say the least. I began thinking to myself, "You have got to be kidding me! Bed bugs, sick, no sleep, and now this?!" I was very angry and very upset, but I turned to God and put the situation in His hands. I prayed and prayed and said, "God, I know you are my comforter and I surrender my life to you. I am not angry with you for these struggles, so help me to grow closer to you through these times." I prayed healing over every situation in my life and thanked God for all the blessings despite the obstacles.

I truly believe Satan runs in frustration when you can find peace in Christ among the trials the enemy tries to tempt you with.

Anyways, at this point I was a wreck. While I focused on God, I still had thoughts of disappointment and worry. What was happening with my family at home? Will this bed bug situation ever be taken care of? What if the bugs have spread through my whole house here in Uganda? My family has very little and these bugs could potentially force them to leave their home. Is that my fault? I felt horrible because I hadn't been spending time with my host family because I have a 7pm curfew. Was my family upset with me? ...All these emotions began to flood my mind.

My Saturday continued and I hopped on a taxi with my friend to head off the Watoto. During that time, I fully surrendered everything to God. There was nothing I could do in any of the situations I was experiencing. At that moment, I was on my way to visit with an orphaned boy and his orphaned siblings. Who was I to complain and be angry with all that was happening in my life? I realized I am blessed beyond many measures and at that moment, I chose joy again. My heavenly Father was right beside me through everything. My dwelling place is in Him, and in Him is love, joy, and peace. It turned out that Saturday was one of my favorite days in Uganda thus far. My visit to Watoto far exceeded my expectations and on our way back home, my friend and I had real chicken and real French fries! Praise God!

I once heard a quote that says, "Where ever you are be all there."

I am here in Uganda, so as I look past all the complications I have been experiencing, I have decided to be all here. It's time for me to embrace all God has for me and keep my eyes fixed on the prize- the overflow of love and joy and excitement my Father has in store for me. In doing so, I have taken a couple of leaps and bounds in terms of cultural embracement.

For starters, when my friend and I went to Kampala, we took a taxi all by ourselves! We're big girls now. I have also began helping my host mother cook on a regular basis. I've moved past peeling potatoes and onto slicing onions and tomatoes! Go me! I am beginning to eat like a Ugandan, or trying to. Last night for dinner I dumped my fish sauce over my cooked bananas and ate all the sliced pumpkin they gave me. It wasn't the most appetizing, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I no longer screech when I see a cockroach. In fact,  I even kicked one out of my room without going to fetch my younger brother for help. I was very proud of myself in that moment. Finally, the most embracive thing I have done is get myself a weave! Against my mother's wishes, I went Sunday with a friend and sat on the floor for 7 hours while they yanked and pulled at my scalp. In the end it was worth it..so long as my hair doesn't fall out in a few weeks!!

Coming into this study abroad experience, I never thought I would be facing the obstacles and challenges I am. I thought I would have trouble with communication and every day western life depravities, but never the things that have been thrown on my plate (and no, I'm not talking about the food!). Overall, though, I think the biggest challenge has been keeping my eyes fixed on the Lord through all of this. It would be so easy for me crawl in a little ball crying and letting out all my angry emotions. I chose not to take that route. I chose Jesus, and He has yet to let me down. I believe God rewards those who seek His face. He never said that following His will would be easy, but He did say it would be worth it. If I were offered a plane ticket home right now, I wouldn't accept it. I have a purpose here and I am experiencing the goodness of the Lord in ways I know I couldn't at home in the states. Where ever I am, I need to be all there. I am in Africa. I am in Christ and Christ is in me, so let's do this thing! I say yes to everything God is doing in my life. Together, there is no obstacle we can't over come. This is a 4-1 battle. It's a battle against myself, my Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit against one enemy, and through Christ, I already claim the victory!

 

"Rejoice in the Lord always, and again rejoice." Philippians 4:4

This verse doesn't say to stop rejoicing in hard times. It doesn't say to take a break from worshiping. It says to rejoice, and just in case you forget, rejoice again. It's time to continuously rejoice and be present where ever I am. I have about 3 more months in Uganda and I'm all strapped in and ready to take on the rest of the ride.

I am incredibly thankful for all my friends and family that have been with me along the way thus far. Your prayers have been such a blessing. I pray all those blessings would be returned to you! I will be heading off to my rural homestay this Friday in Kapturwa, so one the return I will inform you all on that stay! Until then, may God be with you and always remember...

Seven Second Version!
 Umm...Where ever you are, be all there! Jesus rocks! Duh.

 

Lord of the Dance

From last weekend, when I was infested with bed bugs and puking my guts out, to this weekend when bed bugs are no where in site and I finally finished my plate at dinner, I can not for the life of me describe to you the love and all out joy that comes from the Lord when you keep your eyes focused on Him.

 

One of my favorite worship artists, Steffany Frizzell, sings a spontaneous song called "Lord of the Dance." Half way through the song, a pastor from Bethel Church speaks about how the Lord audits our steps, but sometimes our steps aren't forward. He says that sometimes our steps are audit in a dance. Sometimes the Lord just wants to dance with us. After a few weeks of adjustments, struggles and obstacles, I have decided that I no longer want to walk through this experience. I want to engage in a beautiful, fun, long lasting dance with my Father.

 

I am in Uganda. I am in Africa- a place my heart beats for, a place the Lord has promised me. Why in the world would I spend this time thinking about how much I want a good cup of coffee from a Keurig or a slice of pizza or a pillow that doesn't feel like a bag of coal? I am in Africa! Praise God!

 

In the song that Steffany sings, the pastor also says that there is no dance that the Lord can't dance with you. You can spin and twirl. You can swing and shuffle. Heck, you can even do the hokey-pokey if you really wanted to! I've realized that the angels and heavenly chorus are always singing. The music coming from the kingdom never stops. So why does my dance with Christ ever have to stop? Even through periods of struggles or downfalls, the Lord can keep dancing with me. He can hold me in His arms and comfort me. In times of joyful jubilation, He can dance with me like I am 4 years old spinning so fast that I can't stop from laughing! I have realized that it's time to join in with angels and begin to dance the best Father-daughter dance imaginable.

 

The Lord has blessed me so well with friends I have made on this trip and with the host family He has so carefully and perfectly placed me in. Walking home with friends is one of my favorite times of day. We laugh and laugh and laugh some more. Friday evening I shared with my brothers and sisters and some neighborhood friends gifts my American family had sent for them. The smiles and excitements on their faces was priceless. Then I had an amazing opportunity to cook and American meal for my family..and again, more neighborhood friends. I made spaghetti (from scratch, might I add)! Everyone loved it! Or so they said. They went back for seconds and some for thirds, so I'm guessing I did a half decent job. It was such a blessing to be able to provide for my family and new friends in such a simple way. Finally, Saturday morning I woke up early and taught the little kiddos some American games, like Simon Says, Red Light Green Light and Tag. We played for over two hours! I cannot stop smiling. God is so good! I even went into the capital city with some friends and had a cheeseburger and fries today!!! Praise sweet baby Jesus!

 

The Lord of the dance. It's a whirl of a ride, but one I can guarantee I will not regret. Listen for yourself and see if you can find time to dance with your Father.

(The link is right here! Hopefully it works!)

 

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQzlJ-GexVk

 

 

Enjoy these smiling faces and God Bless!

 

 

 

 

 

SEVEN SECOND VERSION!

     Listen to "Lord of the Dance" by Steffany Frizzell and god dance with Jesus.