Praise be to God our Father, and to our Lord Jesus Christ who strengthened us in our mission, and brought us safely home!
I also want to thank all of you who kept us in your prayers, we felt your love and your presence with us throughout our stay, during both stressful and relaxing times.
I would like to also thank all the team members from the Jan 08 mercy trip. You all were such a blessing to me and to the people that we touched. I will forever remember the warmth of your smiles, your dedication to bringing help to the helpless, and the laughter we all shared while serving others. You truly made this trip special to all.
As a wrap up to this portion of the blog, I would like to discuss three very strong impressons of spiritual truth laid on my heart during this trip.
The Brokeness of the World
As Betsy mentioned, I traveled up to Gulu to scout out a potential site for an additional outreach during the summer trip. Gulu has been in the middle of a 20 year civil war in northern Uganda, and even though there is now hopefullness for peace with the rebel group, the effects of the prolonged struggle were much in evidence. Driving in I could feel a heaviness descending on me, and a great sadness seemed to hang like a fragrance in the air. As I visited the school for orphans that we may work with this summer, and talked with the administrator Christine (Helen Mutono’s sister), I learned many details of some of the terrible things that have been going on in the area during these years. War atrocities of the LRA, propagation of hostilies by the government for their own purposes, gradual loss of infrastructure, people crowded into IDP camps (internally displaced persons, eg refugees in their own country), and the usual hunger, pestilence and disease that accompany war. All of these things I had read about, but somehow seeing and hearing it in the first person makes it a living reality. As if that wasn’t enough, Christine went on to explain that Gulu had the highest number of NGO’s per capita in the world right now, but yet it seemed that so little was being done. One reason is because less than 10 cents on the dollar of donated funds makes it to the ground to provide relief in Gulu, there is apparently a great deal of corruption, fraud, missuse and profiteering taking place. Somehow the thought of anyone profitting on this misery was too much for me to envision. I have never witnessed firsthand such a concentration of the falleness, and brokeness of the world. Yet here in the midst of darkness a small light was shining. Christine described the programs being enacted at the school, not only for the orphans who attend, but for their guardians, and for mothers with HIV from the surrounding slums and for young women returning from captivity after being abducted and forced to bear children for their abductors. Released after their usefulness had ended bringing with them children whose very faces remind them daily of their ordeal. The school is making a difference for 1400 orphans daily along with their guardians and the surrounding slum area. She described the struggle in very eloquent terms of a spiritual battle, and our time together has continued to inspire me. I hope we will be able to give them a little medical support this summer. I also paused that night to reflect on this scene in terms of our daily lives. Even though we don’t live in Gulu, each of us is surrounded by some of the brokeness of this world on a daily basis. We can ignore it, be overcome by it, or even join it, but what will make a difference for those we touch will be engaging it with the light of Christ’s love and seeking ways to let Him use us to help mend the broken people he sends by us each day.
The service we give is not always the service we had in mind.
The medical clinic team seemed to have a little more frustration this year due to increased numbers of patients presenting with vague and/or longstanding problems such as back pain, chest pain, headache, and “tube pain” of chronic and/or intermittent duration. These folks seemed to dilute the truly sick and “interesting” cases to the point of causing a sense of ambiguity and even irritation among the team. Similarly the surgical team was frustrated by a lack of equipement and time to do some of the things they would have liked. As I was thinking and praying about this on the plane ride home, one picture kept popping up in my mind; Jesus washing feet. I’m sure cleaning off some stinky dirty feet was the last thing the disciples had in mind when it came to service, but it was the picture of service Jesus chose to leave us with on His last night before calvary. We came armed to conquer illness and treat disease, which we did, but in the midst we also passed out a lot of tylenol. To the people coming to see us, imagine the difference it might make having someone from far away, who you respect a great deal, actually listen to your problems, even if they could only offer you a smile, a friendly word of comfort and a few aspirin. Imagine how that might lift your spirits and impact your self worth. Kind of like having someone you thought of as the coming king wash your dirty stinky feet. We were able to help many, and praise God we were able to wash a lot of feet as well. The service we give is not always what we had in mind.
God is in control, and He won’t let us forget it.
There we were … surrounded by tetse flys … on a muddy slippery road with Land Rovers in the ditches on each side … driving our little vans by huge trucks stuck in the mud … with a tight schedule to get to the airport through Friday night Kampala traffic …
Having now been a veteran of six trips to Uganda, and having seen on each trip at least one clear demonstration of how God is in control of all situations, I was finally able to rest in Him completely during one such situation. On the day we were to leave Uganda this year, a prolonged rain came during the night, and muddied the roads leading out of the game park. After consulting with Helen regarding possibly changing our route, and having sent word to Betsy to have all the blog readers pray for our travel, we crossed the nile in the ferry to begin the trip out of the park. After praying for the vans and their occupants for the trip ahead; I, having been previously on the road we were about to travel, said a silent prayer for myself. I asked Jesus to give me the same confidence and comfort he felt while sleeping in the boat during a storm. I had led the team into this point and could now only trust in God to deliver us. I put on my headphones, listened to praise music, and actually drifted in and out of sleep several times. When worries flared, even in Helen, I felt a calm assurance and was able to pass it on. Watching our little vans pass by Land Rovers stuck in the side ditches became fun, killing tetse flys became a game, and watching the Lord deliver gave me goose bumps. A year or two ago I would have been tense, irritable, and extremely worried, but I actually had fun and laughed with the Lord at the enemy’s pittiful attempts to harrass us. Sure we had some inconvenience, but not even the most skeptical among us can deny that we had divine help on the road that day. Never forget Who you belong to, and Who fights on your side. Never forget who is in control … He won’t let you anyway.
May our God and Father grant you wisdom, compassion and vision as you seek to serve Him by serving others.
Craig