Saturday, March 30, 2019

Grace's 8th Grade Graduation

Announcing Africa Adventure Christian Academy's (AACA) 8th grade graduate -
Grace Mary!

Although we had graduation a week early because Grandpa & Grandma were here, we are officially done with home school this year!  We worked hard and didn't take breaks or holidays so we could finish our school year before going to America.  It is always exciting to accomplish another year of school, but this mother's heart is also sad to know another year is gone.  I am so thankful to be with the kids everyday.  I am so proud of them for being self motivated and learning on their own.  It was another blessed year with fun memories and some challenging studies. 

It is very hard to believe this year Grace graduated from 8th grade.  She has grown and matured so much.  We are thankful to celebrate this milestone with her.  Now we will have two in high school!  

AACA students - Lydia finished her sophomore year, Grace 8th grade, Luka 4th and Emalai Kindergarten 

Along with being an honor roll student our school gave Grace the award for perseverance.
We are proud of her for enduring though every trial and becoming mature and complete (James 1).
Grace is now a student teacher when I need help with teaching Malai.
We are thankful to the life and laughter she brings to our classroom.

Her 8th grade diploma from the principle and teacher.

Praying over Grace.
Thankful G&G could be here for Grace's special day!

Congratulations Grace!

"I have no greater joy than to know that my children are walking in truth." 3 John 1:4

Graduation pictures


Grace loves the pine forest - it's the MI in her!


Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Rough Week...

It is now just a week before we go on home service, so we should have expected some discouragements and sickness.  All to often before we go the enemy attacks trying to disrupt and discourage us.  He follows up where Jesus is at work and tries hard to destroy.  Even when things shouldn't surprise us it still hurts and affects us.  We are not allowing the enemy to win, but we are weary and need your prayers.

The disappointments began on the same day when we went to a friend only to find her in tears over lies spoken about her which led to anger, fighting, beating, and more lies that brought great pain.  Some of them people we know and care about.  We were discouraged.  And now had to deal with it all.  Praying for truth, repentance, healing and peace.  We look to God to do the work.

We got home and someone else was waiting for us. She told us with tears her pain because of rumors and lies affecting her family and the leaders.  So we listened, prayed and then the next day gathered people involved to come together to talk.  Again, praying for truth, repentance, healing, peace and unity.  It was a long meeting but proved to need another meeting with more people.  So a second night of meetings to weed out sin and bring reconciliation and unity.  It isn't fun but it is right.  We need to address sin so there can be forgiveness.  Without unity in the leaders there can't be unity in the church.  Christ last prayer for us was unity.  So the devil attacks right where Jesus wants to use us as His witnesses to the world.

I am thankful God did His work in people and we were all pointed back to God's truth and His ways for us to live in, but we were left totally drained.

God did provide encouragement.  God was at work powerfully in the FIC teachers meeting.  Excitement over all God was doing and everywhere God was bringing truth and a full submission to God together as a group.  Through the testimony of one fully devoted man, a Kenyan named Charles Mully, our group wondered what could God do through our group of 14 fully devoted people?!  It was a Holy Spirit filled moment as we each bowed before the Lord in tears giving ourselves to God and His work.

Next came sickness.  Josh and I went to the prison for his last Bible study (for the next four months) and say goodbye.  Difficult.  We got home and Grace was not feeling well.  Looked like the flu.  She had a 101 fever even with medicine.  Ok, a 101 fever when it is 100 degrees in the house is pure misery!  I felt so bad for her but there wasn't anything we could do.  In the midst of this my parents came to have one last Obule weekend together.  By late afternoon Grace was getting worse and crying with stomach pain.  Josh and I sat with her and tried to comfort her but the pain got worse and her hands became numb and painful, her body was hot but her hands and feet cool, and her knees hurt too.  The pain in her stomach came like labor pains.  She would just look at me like, "help me mom!"  It is horrible to see your child in that kind of pain.  To not know what it was and have no where to take her for help.  We prayed!  Josh went outside to get a phone signal to call a missionary doctor to come and see Grace.  Mom sat with me and Grace.  She got her to calm her breathing with the pain.  And we continued to pray asking God to help Grace and take the pain away.  She did settle down but it would come back.  Finally it was at least tolerable, but she held her hands in a deformed shape and said it was like they were sleeping.  She asked us to rub them and her knees.  The doctor came and checked everything he could.  It was a mystery.  I was just thankful she was calm now and I wanted something to give her if that pain came back.  She had a night with the flu and is slowing making improvement today.  I would like to give my Father God all the credit for the healing.  He heard our cry and helped us!

All weekend Emalai had a bad headache, worst than usual for her.  Today she is vomiting.  Oh man.  We don't have time to be sick.  We all want to be with our friends these last few days and we have stuff we have to do before we go.  I hate to say it but I feel yuck today too but am trying not to be sick.  Please pray for healing and health for all of us as we prepare to go and as we go!!!

Yesterday was hard another difficult day.   We took an orphan girl (24 years old) to tailoring school.  This girl has been so hurt and is so vulnerable.  It just seems there is no safe place, no perfect option and I wonder what to do.  The school is very small, with only four girls boarding there, and they do Bible study and are actively involved at the church.  We know the teacher and lady in charge and she is known to be a godly women.  But it is Uganda and things are done differently.  We didn't do a good job preparing and it seems she lacks so much so suddenly we need to get more and do more...and we are so busy before we leave.  Anyways, she wants to go to school and learn a skill, but she was doing her very nervous, scared movements when we brought her and she was wiping tears when we left.  I was not feeling good about it all.  I prayed and later we brought things she needed.  We were very relieved to find her smiling doing Bible study with the girls!  The teacher had helped her with her things and making a list of what else she might need.  She had made her first little skirt.  I was so thankful for some hope already.  It is really hard with us leaving.  Who will she go to if she needs someone?  What about holidays?  It just feels little stressful right now.  We continue to give it all to the Lord knowing that is her Father, her Defender, her Protector, her Healer...she needs Him not us.  

Pray for our kids as they are having their last week of school (in 100 degree temps!)  Pray especially for Lydia as she does her sophomore year exams.  Her studies are challenging and she has goodbyes on her heart.  Lydia of all our kids is having the hardest time leaving home.

And now in a few days we have to say the dreaded goodbyes to all our friends here...

So that is why we need your prayers.  Thank you for covering us in prayer!

Update: We got rain today (Wednesday April 27)!  Down to 75 degrees!

Friday, March 15, 2019

Let's have coffee and share all God has done...

Can we just sit down and have a cup of coffee together so I can share all that is on my heart with you?  It would be easier than writing everything that happens in a single week let alone a month here, but we will just have to pretend we are face to face sharing freely.  Enjoy the coffee and conversation!

For starters, one thing we continue to learn is that with every encouragement God brings there is a discouragement from the enemy.  Every time God is at work and does something great, there is a difficulty or disappointment to follow.  Knowing this allows us to keep going, keep trusting in the Lord, and even rejoice knowing our enemy is mad because he is defeated.  I don't like the bad things but they don't have to bring me down.  God is all powerful, good and in control.

I am SO excited to share with you that six young people have come to Christ the last couple weeks!!!  Sad to say we can quickly move on with life and not take time to rejoice in a lost sheep coming back to Christ.  However, this is a huge answer to many prayers!  We thank God for the work He is doing in people's lives.  Three couples in their 20's who live together, yet are not married, came back to their Lord.  These couples at one time all received Christ but then backslid into the world and sin.  One of them has now had four different women (they would say wives here, but he didn't marry any of them).  One was killed in an accident and two left him.  He just kept going back to the same sin.  His clan talked to him, Josh shared with him, and we prayed.  He said that it was the preaching at the recent burials that made him think and come back to Christ.  He could not answer the question concerning where he would go upon his death.  Josh was one of the preachers at these burials.  It makes me very excited that God used his Word to bring back one of His children.

The other boys were just living far from Christ, were lost, had no peace, taking women as their "wives" without marriage, hanging out with the wrong crowd...  Our friend Kokus, who has a similar testimony and has been changed by Christ, witnessed to these young men weekly and prayed they would return to Christ and find life and freedom.  We are very proud of Kokus, and he is being used by God!  He is a living testimony.  His age mates see this and seek help from him.  God's truth set Kokus free and now others want what he has!

Praying for these couples was nothing fancy or exciting.  It was just humbly kneeling down in our yard, asking Jesus to forgive them and be Lord of their lives.  We challenged them that God will not bless what He has said is sin.  They agreed that they are not married to these women (even though at least one of them is pregnant now).  We encouraged them to pray about this, not to send anyone away, but to sleep in different home until they get married.  It is unheard of in this culture, but we have to speak God's truth and let them choose.  We pray for them daily that they will be filled with God's Spirit and hunger for Him and His Word.  We pray the church disciples them and they grow in their faith.  Meanwhile, we will encourage them.  It is now upon them to remain in Christ and choose to grow in Him by living in His truth.

Back to our friend Kokus.  We see God continue to grow in him and lead him.  He has now gone through three of the FIC books and his life is new.  He can hardly go a day without marveling at all God has done for him.  He is overflowing with thankfulness!  He knew his sin, he has been forgiven, he knows who he is in Christ, and he is now free to serve the Lord.  He is rising up to be a wonderful leader.  He is faithful in the church, translates, is in the choir, youth...  He has a burden for his age mates to also know the truth and he is beginning to teach others.  We encouraged him in this.  As a result, Kokus will now be teaching FIC discipleship course at the local high school every Tuesday.  He also hopes to go through it with the six new believers.  We would also like to see him take over the youth while we are gone.  I know God is going to use Kokus.

Kokus has also been tested recently.  Long story short, but we asked him to go to town for us to help us with something.  While in town he saw a youth from another village where Josh, Kokus, and some others spoke recently.  This young man borrowed Kokus' phone and they had lunch together.  Next thing Kokus knew, the police were shouting at them and the other youth ran away.  Kokus was taken to police where he found out that boy had raped a girl, so now Kokus was also a suspect.  He truthfully told his side of the story and waited three long, awful days in jail.  He was so scared and had no way of communicating with anyone.  We also were worried and tired his phone (now stolen) and went to his family, but no one seemed to know where he was.  We prayed and waited.  Sunday morning Kokus came to our home and tell us the story.  He was really upset and cried.  The police finally believed him when the girl and her father came and said they did not know Kokus.  Kokus was full of shame over what happened and did not want to face people and what they would say.  (A cultural based shame).  We listened, encouraged him with truth and prayed for him.  He was so down.  He said he couldn't go to church and we challenged him if he hides people will talk.  He has nothing to be ashamed of.

So Kokus not only came to church he stood up and shared his testimony!  It was so wise of him.  Everyone heard from him the whole story and now no rumors could attack.  Shame was broken with truth!  The change in Kokus after sharing truth was obvious.  He was free.  He defeated the devils lies of accusation, worry, shame... and Kokus learned that the truth sets you free.

Moving on... I cannot share the full story now, but I will some day soon.  Nevertheless, I do want to tell you that when you pray for God to use you and show you the people who need Him, He does.  The last few months a new young lady has been coming to our youth group and church.  I love hearing peoples stories and I felt she had one.  She did share with us one day, through a lot of tears.  She had been extremely hurt, abused and traumatized.  It is hard when it is not a story but a person.  We sat and cried with her, listened and prayed for her.  This developed into a relationship with her.  She trusted us.  From there she went through the FIC courses and spent time with us.  I did not know where it would lead or what God was doing but I knew He was using us in this young lady's life.  So you keep going by faith and trusting God to do His will.  We walked with her through more heartache.  I have never been through some of this before and it was very difficult.  To love someone is to feel with them.  We were there for her.  Honestly, it is exhausting but I also knew that there was nothing I could do and God was doing everything.  The story isn't over.  We are still walking with our friend and loving her.  It is just part of being Jesus to the world.  It hurts, costs, is hard...and is the most rewarding thing in all of life!

On another note, we spent a day and a half at court with my parents (for their adoption) and in that time at least four people from prison came to thank us for Josh's teaching there.  Some of the people were freed that day and some where there for court, but all of them made a point of coming up to us and expressing gratitude for the truth Josh teaches and how it gave them hope.  Sometimes in town someone will stop us and tell us they were in prison and went to Josh's teaching.  They are all so thankful.  I love seeing people touched by God in prison and grateful for it.  There is no greater joy than to be used by the Lord!

Oh yeah, we had a graduation at the prison in Soroti!  It is always a celebration.  A long celebration.  We took our whole family this time and the kids did a great job enduring til 4pm when we had finally had lunch.  The whole prison comes for the graduation - like 600 inmates, the women's side, and many of the officers.  I love seeing everyone worship, the good interaction with inmates and officers, hearing the testimonies and having extra time to fellowship with the men.  Josh bought two cows to feed everyone (plus rice and all the other ingredient).  This is the one time I am allowed a camera in the prison, so they showed us the slaughtered cows to take pictures for accountability.  The graduates and prison church are a real example in the prison.  The officers and even the officer in charge were very appreciative and testified of lives changed for the better through this teaching.  After the celebration I enjoying hearing some of the stories of the men.  One of them is there with his brother and his sister is in the women's side.  They have been in three years and haven't been sentenced yet.  Although he wasn't living right with God, he says they are not guilty of the crime.  I asked how that makes him feel to be in prison three years not guilty.  He simply said he is grateful his faith grew here and he would never have been able to afford the kind of Bible teaching he received in prison.  Wow.  Another inmate use to be a liar, awful person but through the teachings he is now a man of truth and respected as a leader there.  He has learned English and how to read in the last two years in prison.  Yet another man, appointed the prison pastor, had been in eight years and was now three weeks from being released!  I am so very thankful for how God is working in lives of prisoners and for allowing us to be a part of it.

I also wanted to share with  you that there have been at least six burials this month.  Four deaths were on four consecutive Sundays.  This made for a lot of disruption with church and ministry, seeing as everyone goes to burials - for many it consumes two full days.  It is a big deal here to go and I have even heard that a clan member is fined if they don't come to a relatives burial.  Sometimes it feels like it is all people, especially pastors, do.  I know that it isn't true but sometimes you wonder how they get anything else done.  Seeing how important burials are we try to go to them when we knew the person or they were a close relative of our friends.  To be a part of this community means we need to be with them and do as they do, if possible.  People here appreciate when we come, sit, stay and mourn with them.  It shows love.  It is not fun, but it is right.  It isn't about me.  We were away for one of the burials of a pastor in Pigere.  There were over 6,000 people there!  I feel for people going from burial to burial this month.  It is tiring.  I continue to pray for everyone who mourns for their child who died, their mother, husband/father...  Many of them may be prevented from good medical care and money to treat but we put our trust in God.  I am grateful that all of the deceased which I knew were believers.  The exciting thing is that I know of one person who came back to Christ through the preaching at two of these burials!  God is using even these hard times to do His will and be glorified.  I read the other week in my devotions that God's Word spoken will not come back empty but will accomplish God's purpose (Is. 55:11) - Amen!

A little while ago, we went to Jinja for a week where Josh taught the FIC Discipleship Course.  We have been praying for a year that God would open the door to share FIC in Jinja and God did it!  Several people were touched by the FIC truths and desired to partner with us in Jinja to share it with others.  There were 22 people from 7 different countries at the training.  As the week developed, it was exciting to hear the testimonies of what God was teaching His children.  One said these truths will change her life.  Another said that she was finally free, her sin, bitterness and lies were gone.  One of the ladies realized how much her culture had influenced her identity and how believing God's truth about her would change her.  Still others marveled at the solid Biblical truth that Josh clearly presented then got out of the way so the Holy Spirit could do the work.  Remember, all of these people are Christians.  FIC is God's truth for His children.  We maybe saved, but are we free?  Are we in sin, hiding sin, bound by sin?  Are we believing lies and and speaking lies?  Do we know truth or follow the world?  Do we know who God says we are?  It is our joy to see these truths in Christ set  people free, allow them to live in victory, be secure, and growing daily in Christ.

The kids and I also appreciated extra time with their aunt, uncle, cousins and grandparents in Jinja.  We had to keep up with their schooling, but in the afternoons we had fun with family and enjoying the beauty and conveniences of Jinja.  It was a nice change of pace.  With all the nice things in Jinja I have to admit I was also nervous at night.  There have been so many robberies in the expat community.  It is a sad reality with a community of wealthy westerners.  We are praying for everyone there.

Ok, so this is really only part of what could be shared.  For now I think that is enough.  Thank you for listening and caring.  It means a lot to me that you want to know how we are and what God is doing.  I love when people rejoice with us and pray with us.  I hope someday we can really have coffee in person and share.  It glorifies God.

(Oh by the way, it better be iced coffee today.  It is 98 degrees in my house and 102 on our porch!  Can't wait for rain!)

Monday, March 4, 2019

My new sister!



Four years ago a young mother with a baby on her back stopped Josh and I and with desperation in her eyes asked for help for her child who had a problem with her head.  I will never forget the day we met Achia.  She was laying in the dirt, soaked with dowel and caked with dirt, big tummy and small body she reaching to be held at my touch.  God was at work.

Since that day God has led us to walk with Achia and her family through ups and downs.  There were times of tears and fear and times of celebration and hope.  God rescued and saved Achia many times.  God has provided people to help like Charles, Lucy and my parents.  God used Achia's life to show His love.

God called my parents to take Achia as their child.  Adoption in Uganda is long, difficult and has many frustrations and unknowns.  My parents knew it was Achia they were called to in their retirement.  They have been called many things from crazy to saints, but they continued to only follow God's voice.  In obedience they moved to Uganda.  Uganda became home for a year and they saw God enable them and provide for them.  They never wavered on their love for Achia even when things were difficult.  They knew every hardship they faced was worth it because of Achia.  

Friday March 1 we were able to celebrate with my parents the official adoption of their tenth child, Achia!  It was an emotional moment for me and I still cry writing this.  It was a long journey and I worship God for all He has done.  How God saw, provided and orchestrated everything.  

We prayed together the night before court and shared tears of thanksgiving and trust.  I could see Dad's anxiousness the day of court.  We sat all day waiting only to be told to come back tomorrow.  The morning we saw the judge we were all in his chambers - Achia's parents Opio and Regina, Dad and Mom, Mike and Barb (friends visiting), Josh and I, and the lawyer and probation officer - praying as we sat silently and listened.  Achia was being Achia banging her toys and making her noises.  I was praying for a Spirit of peace, wisdom and truth.  Later in the day Dad said it was like peace just came over the room.  That's God! The judge's first words were that he didn't like that the lawyer changed courts and how that is a red flag.  He went on to be surprised that Achia was eight and had so many disabilities.  The lawyer carefully shared all the Ugandan laws that Dad and Mom met for this adoption.  The judge talked to Opio and Regina and even joked with them about how many cows he paid for Regina.  Opio and Regina did a wonderful job of sharing that we are their friends and they asked us to help them because they cannot care for this child.  There were a few other interactions and then he gave his ruling.  Because of the needs of this child and all requirements that were met by Dad and Mom he approved of this adoption.  All parental rights are now theirs, they are free to move around the world with her (at their expense), they can rename her and she is now Achia Beute.  The judge then said congratulations you have just delivered a child, you may now leave the delivery room.

After our tears, we all celebrated!  I have a new sister...wow!  Grandpa loves to tease Luka that he now has to call her Aunt Achia - Luka refuses.

Thank you to everyone who shared this journey with us, who prayed for Achia and helped.  To God be the glory great things He has done!

(I know some of you will ask what is next.  My parents will now get Achia's Ugandan passport and then have an appointment with the US Embassy.  Their agency and lawyer will help them with this.  We do not know how long this will all take, but they are praying they will be back in MI by this summer.  Our family leaved in April so we hope to see them again in MI.  Keep praying!)

I also want to add:  Last week Charles went to Karamoja to get Opio and Regina, Achia's birth parents, for court.  Karamoja is North East of Obule and is an unreached area.  Charles came back crying over the poverty, hunger, no water, barrenness, hardship, disparate and hopelessness of the land and people.  True bondage.  He told people here that we think we have poverty but we are rich compared to those people.  There is no food and they little one small meal once a day.  Charles shared with tears Sunday his heart of love for those in Karamoja and need for God's people there.  We all joined together in prayer.  Please pray with us for Karamoja. 

Monday, February 18, 2019

Burial in Obule

We had a hard week last week.  It began with our friend, Sam, dying.  Sunday morning we got the news that Sam died.  It was the first time someone we were friends with died in our village.  Sam is also the brother of our pastor, FIC teacher and friend Robert.  Sam was only 38 years old but has been sick for years now.  No one ever figured out what was wrong with Sam.  Five years ago Sam was a healthy, strong young man who helped build our house in Obule.  Since then he had many problems they and accident that changed him and his health.  He ended up starving to death because his body refused food.  It was very sad and on the same hand a blessing that the suffering is over for him and his family.

About two or three years ago Sam and his wife Esther came to Christ.  We and our pastors would visit them often and share the Gospel.  They would only say, "we are coming."  I praise God they did come!  And now we have the assurance that Sam is with Jesus.  It is just such a reminder of the importance of sharing Jesus with others and keep sharing.  Because of sharing Sam's death was full of hope.

It was a very hard, long and terribly hot two days of grieving.  It is a cultural experience to say the least.  Josh and I sat with the family in the early morning.  Nothing to say, just crying with our friends.  The body was still in the hut in his bed and Esther was wailing over him.  Soon after they took the bed and body out under a tree to prepare for the many visitor to see and mourn.  There were real tears and sobs, others were cultural mourning and wailing.  Josh reminded me it was a way for them to release too.  Some mourners later in the day even faint but most of the Christians just show respect and cry to themselves.  Later in the morning we went back with our kids.  By then there were about 100 people and our church family led a short service of encouragement.  Josh did a great job sharing from Rev. 22 and included an invitation for all to know Christ as their Lord and Savior. 

All day the men gathered, met and planned for the burial.  A lot of collecting money to pay for the burial.  Other guys were digging the grave which took a day and a half because the ground is so dry and hard.  All day long visitors come and mourn and sit there all day.  Our church met to plan and encourage one another to give and to help since we are their church family and want to be a good example.  I was so proud of our church working together.  Margaret and I kept an eye on Esther, the widow, and made her tea when she took a break from mourning.  Sam and Esther have 9 kids so Lydia, Grace and I tried to be with them and care for them too.  Seems the kids are forgotten about and no one cares that they hurt too.

I didn't know how our kids would do because this was the first friend to die and burial we have taken them to.  Luka cried when we told him Sam died, Lydia cried when her friends fell on her crying, Grace stayed strong, and once Emaial realized what was happening she cried and cried.  Everyone was so worried about her and wondered why she was so sad.  I don't think they think kids mourn too.  They didn't like her so upset, they felt bad for her.  We had a lot of talks about death, heaven and why we trust in Jesus and share Him with others.  And how it is ok to still feel sad.

We went home Sunday night and returned Monday morning for the burial.  (It is over 100 degrees and you have to bury a person before the smell is too much.)  I did not feel good so we took a break and went back home while they were putting up tents, receiving mourners, cooking, gathered money, chairs and water...  Lydia and Grace went back with us while Luka and Emalai played at a friends house.  I really did not like the burial day.  There were like 1000 people, it was so hot, and everyone makes speeches including political leaders.  Lydia and Grace and the teens helped with water all day.  Kinda like vendors at a baseball game without any pay.  I tried to be helpful too but I wasn't sure how to help.  Just cared for Esther and the kids.  Once the funeral was handed over to the church, Josh did a wonderful job preaching truth and again inviting others to also put their faith in Jesus.  One thousand people heard the Good News. 

At about 4pm we buried Sam.  It is always such a sad moment for me.  The final goodbye.  Sometimes I wonder if I do some of my grieving from all my grandparents and friend's funerals I couldn't go to.  I do know what when you love well you grieve too.  After the burial they feed everyone.  Lydia helped serve the beans and posho with her friends.  There were so many people not everyone got food.  We stayed until just before dark.  Most people had gone but many relatives with stay for a couple days.  People here really endure, sit and be together.  It was hard to leave but I was also so hot and tired.  I don't know how people do it.

We have visited Esther, the kids, brothers and family a couple times since the burial.  They are doing better each day.  Esther hugs me when she sees me and says, "God is good."  They continue to have family meetings to figure out who will look after and help the widow and children.  I am sure much more than that too.  Their two teenage girls go to our youth group sometimes so it is good to keep being with them and loving them.  I was glad to hear the burial costs were paid for by all the donations and the left over money was given to the widow to help her.  I was also told the primary school and secondary school both sponsored one of there children to pay for all their school fees.  What a blessing!  It wont be easy but God is a faithful Father.  Pray for our friends as they continue to grieve and keep living trusting in God.  We pray they remain in Christ and grow in Him at this time.

The week continued with more difficult and sad issues, but I will share that another time.  We are now in Jinja where Josh will be doing a FIC training.  It is hard to leave Obule even for a week.  We love them.  Anyways, thanks for praying for us, the work here, and the training this week.  God is doing great things!













Saturday, February 2, 2019

Outreach and Crusade!

The church we are part of here, UCFM, has seven churches and each year they try to go on outreach all together.  Outreach means going to one of the churches and witnessing to the people in that area (go house to house) and in the evening going to the trading center to have a crusade (singing, preaching and invitation to follow Jesus).  Our family has begun to look forward to going on outreach with our church.  It is a joy to be with our friends and do ministry together.  Our kids have fond memories of sleeping in a tent in Pingeri, witnessing to people in Akisim...and the not so fond memories of the extreme heat and feeling dehydrated and being surrounded by curious kids (or mobbed).  Nevertheless, we were all excited to go again this year to a new place, Moruisiru - which means the mountain of mosquitoes.  Thankfully there won't be mosquitoes because it is full out dry season now. 

The outreach began with prayer - perfect.  Each church gathered for a day of fasting and prayer the week before the outreach.  I know God answered those prayers.  

We were a little unsure how everything would go as the leaders ran around the week before trying to get things organized.  We really didn't get answers as far as a plan but they told us it was going to happen.  We were excited because it was a new area and had no church for born again Christians for many miles.  Thursday a truck went to each one of the seven churches to pick up all the people going on outreach.  It arrived in Moruisiru about seven hours later.  It took us two hours when we went with our van.  It was the furthest I have been beyond Amuria.  We realized the next village beyond a huge swamp was Karamoja.  My kids thought that was pretty cool.  It was a desolate place.  Very different than our other outreaches.  There was no trading center just a well/borehole where they made a make shift shelter for the teaching and crusade.  The kids were much more shy here and we were not surrounded - that was nice.  Maybe we were the first white people there!

The outreach and crusade went very well.  I love seeing our friends share God's truth with people!  One of my favorite parts is seeing some of our people go through the crowd at the crusade talking and sharing with people.  They do a great job of sharing Christ.  They have a desire for people to be saved - to know the Good News - to be free like they are in Christ.  I have to tell you that walking house to house in at least 110 degrees (and so dry your nostrils seem to stick together) is hard.  I want to complain but everyone is enduring and the joy seeing people listen to God's Word and some receive is rewarding.  The crusade is fun.  People gather when they hear the music, everyone dances, Josh gave a great message and people come to Christ.  And the awesomeness of the evening is so nice.

We loved being with everyone!  Not that we fit in, but to be a part of them is great.  We ended up sleeping in our van/motor home for the night so the boys who were sleeping outside could use our tent.  It worked well and our kids thought it was great.  I love seeing my kids love it.  Loving being with their close friends, loving sharing Christ, loving dancing and singing, loving being there.  I am so thankful we could go and be a part of what God is doing in our church and in Moruisiru.  

In the end over 50 people came to Christ!  They now desire a church.  Our leaders are meeting this week to discuss how to disciple these people and who could we send.  Pray for the new believers in this village.  They came out of a religious stronghold.  Many at first pushed us away and some would not let people come to their home to share.  Slowly they heard that this teaching is different.  Many ladies (some very old) would come and said they wanted Jesus but their husbands won't let them or will beat them.  Then God's Spirit broke through and even the very ones who drive our people away came and gave their lives to Christ.  Alleluia!     

It is hard to share what happened and what it was like, so I will do the rest with pictures for a visual.  I am always challenged and inspired by my church family here to give up yourself and share Christ boldly.  Our family endured less than two days and one night.  The rest were there three nights and had to take a truck with way too many people.  I praise God for what He is doing - and for using this people.  What an encouragement to see Him work so powerfully!
Ok, I want to start with this picture because I always am impressed with the work people do here to get money.  It was the week of the outreach and we ran out of water in our rain tank (officially dry season) so we let the youth know if they wanted money to go on the outreach they could fetch water for us.  Before seven we had about 25 people ready with their jeri cans.  Even Tata (grandma - like 70 plus years old) was filling to get money.  (Boy, does that make me feel lazy and rich!)  Within three hours our tank with full again and they all had their money for the outreach.
We met the truck in Soroti.  We had some of the youth with us because they were attending Josh's FIC training.
I told my friend they were riding like cattle today.  Can you imagine?!  I prayed for them a lot, that is for sure.
(Oh, how we should be thankful for all our privileges.) 
Around 75 people went on outreach and had to pay to go (which is a sacrifice for most of them).  I was encouraged to see how many came.

It took about six or so hours for the truck to get everyone and reach the destination.

On our way, er, trying to find our way, we stopped in the last trading center and found Josh and Pastor Martin on a poster announcing the crusade.  Of course Josh doesn't like it, but his kids thought it was great.


This is Moruisiru


I love this picture.  It captures the place.  Dry, isolated, barren...and yet ripe for harvest.
The devil wants to keep people in bondage but Jesus has come that we may have life! 

Playing before the crusade and trying to keep cool in the shade.  

The crusade.

Lydia is so brave.  She danced with her friends.  The people didn't quite know what to do with that.  And she really surprised them by even knowing the dances.


Concession stands stated showing up to make a little money.




The FIC choir sang.

Josh preached a wonderful salvation message.  They really listened when he spoke in Ateso.




The longer the crusade goes the more people come.  I like to describe it as a big Jesus party!


Our little motor home.  It really worked out quite well - for a night.  The seats lay flat, there are curtains (we had privacy!), and the night was nice and cool.  We just laughed when we all got in to sleep.  What a memory!  At 5:45am we woke to "morning glory" as they call it.  Singing and prayer.  First we heard the ladies then the men started.  This is when I feel very weak in my faith.  I find it not to be "glory" at that time in the morning.  I found my phone and put the fan noise on - and we all went back to sleep.


The boys fit 13 in our eight person tent - and loved it!  It was better than the back of a truck like the night before and outside under a make shift grass shelter like the last night.  Flexible people I tell you.

The compound that we all stayed at.  The morning was relaxed and cool, but by 9am the sun was heating up.

Most of the women and girls slept next door on the cement floor of this community shelter.

You learn a lot living with your friends for a couple days.  They value bathing.  Almost all the women one by one invited me to bath with them at night and again in the morning.  They couldn't understand when I said no and that I would bathe when I got home.  They went together in the bush to bath.  Ok, maybe they could hide and not be seen but for sure someone would see the white lady bathing!  No thank you.  Lydia and Graces friends asked them too.  They decided to just wash their feet.  No one, however, asked Josh or Luka.



The "kitchen" for the outreach. 
Why do we make it so complicated sometimes?  They do it so simply and always make it work.

Breakfast!  We love this!

Posho (corn) porridge and emukeke (dried sweet potatoes cooked).

Our friends helped us get leaves to eat our porridge.  Emalai loved using a leaf as a spoon!  Ok, we all did.

Morning teaching.  Getting ready to go out to do evangelism.
My group only reached two homes because Emalai was done and it was blazing hot.  There were few trees and little shade.



This young man was a soldier who wanted to come back to God.  We prayed for him.

As we walked in the village and the hot wind blew (like a hair dryer), I prayed for the Holy Spirit to come and move in this place.  To break every stronghold, every lie, every sin that binds...to breath truth, life and salvation...to come in power...to prepare minds and heart for the work of God's Spirit...to bring light to the darkness...peace of Christ...hope of the nations!  For the glory of God.  Build Your kingdom.
Luka went with Josh and their group walked literally miles.  Houses are far apart and I was proud of Luka for enduring.  Lydia went with another group and was also gone for over three hours.  She loved it and came back with many stories about people and what God was doing.  One girl asked if she could dance with Lydia that night at the crusade.


This lady came to receive Christ!

Pray for Moruisiru and the new believers there.