My Last Blog: my convictions of how to live faithfully in this world

Dear Friends and Family,

These past 2 months have been a blur…finishing up school and picking my major, going to Rwanda and seeing the victory of Christ in the midst of a genocide, hiking the 15,000 ft Mt. Elgon, a mountain that became a real battle of choosing joy and faith instead of despair and fear…all of this and so much more.  (Oh and to let you know – that battle ended in victory.)  And now I am home, and my adventure in Uganda has officially come to an end.  However, the lessons that I have learned and convictions I have received are still with me and will hopefully continue living on – making Uganda not the end, but the beginning of an incredible journey of living out my faith in response to God’s incredible love for me.  To everyone who asks me how it was, all I can say is, it was truly the time of my life - a time in which I found my identity rooted in Christ, and found that this was truly a good, abundant life!  

At the end of my semester at UCU, I wrote a capstone paper, summarizing all that I had learned and writing down in words pretty much the vision for how I want to live my life.  I wanted to share with you the introduction of it - and if any of you want to read more, just email me and I can send you the whole thing:)

How do you live faithfully in a fallen and broken world?  In essence, that’s what I came to Uganda to figure out.  For the past few years, God had been revealing to me His heart for the poor and broken, and I believed that in order to faithfully respond, I had to drop everything and follow Christ into the jungles of somewhere far away in order to “do missions.” In coming to Uganda; however, I found that contrary to this, God was not calling me to a vocation, but to a way of life.  Rather than going to another country to share the gospel and solve poverty, God was calling me to take the gifts and passions that He placed within my hands, and faithfully use them to bring beauty and life into the world that it might have hope.   He was calling me to live out my faith not individually, but in community with the church.  And above all, he was calling me to generously love those that God had placed in my life.  And hence I was given the vision for how I was to live faithfully in a broken world: that through faith, hope and love, I would be a living witness of the abundant and transformational life God has for us.

So there it is!  What does that mean now, though?

Well, first of all, it means that I want relationships, and not efficiency, to be what motivates how I live.  I can rest knowing that I'm God's beloved - and I don't have to DO anything!  Rather than living by clock-time, I want to take time to be still, as well as to be present in the moment with the people God has given me.  This is a pretty freeing reality, but I know I have to work at it daily to not fall back into my old habits.  Secondly, I want to make my faith something I live out not just individually, but in community.  Hopefully I'll start praying with some of my siblings, or start up a bible study with one of my friends.  I also want to become involved with my church as well - for I am called not to be a witness of Christ's love alone, but with others.  If others will know we are christians by our unity, this is a pretty important thing for me to do!!   

Thirdly, I want to live generously and simply in community. I have seen the inequalities between the rich and the poor, and it calls me to action.  This can easily result in my giving away all my clothes to a shelter and deciding to support some kid overseas, but what I found is that this isn't want Christ is calling me to.  Shane Claiborne says, "Jesus is not seeking distant acts of charity.  He seeks concrete acts of love."  Giving clothes may help a person, but it doesn't result in transformation or in the offering of a radical new community.  Rather, it allows me as a wealthy american to remain separated from the poor, to manage inequalities, but not dismantle them. (Shane Claiborne)  Instead of this, why can't I actually get to know the poor - as friends?  When this happens, suddenly being generous with my money or living simply won't be a guilty act or desire to be pious; rather, it will be what happens when I fell in love with someone across class lines!  And so, my goal is now to get to know the poor - and the rest will follow.   My teacher wisely said, "When you love God (gratitude) and seek relationships with others (across class lines), your eyes will be opened to new ways of living out your convictions." 

 And so thats where I am now, wanting to keep Christ at the center of my life, with the vision of being a witness of the abundant life God has for us. It's exciting to have my faith become something that isn't just about my own inner peace and satisfaction, but rather something that effects my whole way of life.  It is my vision for how I want to live, one in which I respond to the norms of this day by offering a joyful alternative to it - and hopefully invite others to do the same.

Well, thanks for reading my blog and journeying with me on my Ugandan adventures.  It was a pleasure being able to share with you not only some of my treasured stories of family and dancing, but also some of my struggles and convictions about life and how to live faithfully in it.  I love you all and can't wait to see some of you soon!   

Bungee Jumping over the Nile!!

What am I doing?!!!

Good-bye world

 Launch-off

To infinity and beyond!

This is insane

Oh shoot...I can't fly

Within an inch of death

And the bounce back up - pose for the camera! 

This is fun

Hanging...

Wow I look like I just died:)

Not!  Time to do some stretching

Dropped to safety...what did I just do?!

I went bungee jumping:)

Pictures of Kapturwa and the Barbecue!

KAPTURWA

A walk through the neighborhood...

 The friends I made...

 The roads I walked...

my sister and I at the river (our destination)...

and the boys I met there:)

 This is an Introduction ceremony, where a man and women become engaged in front of all of their friends and family.  Here, women are dancing with different gifts (here-soda) on their heads to give to the couple.

 More gifts!

 This...is a wedding!  

My house in Kapturwa!

 My front yard at sunset

 A rooster guarding his chicken coop:)

 My backyard

Hiking with my dad and sister

Top of the mountain!

My feet after hiking...in those shoes!

 Drinking up the waterfall

 Cave time!

 Goats in a cave...

 That we then scared away from us:)

Time to leave - and so time to dress up in my mom's traditional dress:)

BARBECUE!

My, cousin, Prudence and I waiting for food

 Dancing contest!

Ending the bbq with a bang: congo line!

Barbecue Weekend!

This past weekend was pretty exciting.  This is how it went:

Saturday…began with the washing of my clothes, which resulted in blisters on my knuckles – I guess I’m still not used to itJ Then I was invited to help immunize the 100 chickens at my house…which resulted in my running around after chickens and finally figuring out a strategy of creeping up on the small fearful ones in the corners or on the one’s busily eating food.  After approaching chicken after chicken like this…the fear of picking up animals was slowing going away…though I still wasn’t able to grab three at a time as my sister was doing – to whom I give big prompts to!

After that, it was then time to go into Kampala (the big city) to buy food for our big February birthday BBQ that was going to happen the next day.  The ride there was definitely full of surprises.  After thinking that I was hearing chicken noises from outside the taxi, suddenly from out of no where the head of a chicken dropped down from the top of the van.  I soon found out that not only were there chickens on top of the roof, but there were also chickens under my seat!  And then a bed came out of no where from the top of the car as well…so pretty much I think our taxi came from Mary Poppin’s bag.  The rest of the day was really fun, got to go to an actual grocery store that I pushed around a grocery cart in and bought meat that was pre-made and packaged!  I felt like I was back home, going grocery shopping with my mom for the weeks supply of foodJ  Oh, and I also ate pizza – so good!

The next day the barbeque had finally come upon us.  After going to church, so began the hours of fun preparation with my family.   Throughout the house were people squeezing fresh fruit into juice, cooking meat on a charcoal stove, making salad, rolling out chapateis, and making egg roles (hard boiled eggs surrounded by a layer of irish potatos, then fried).  And my job as the American of the house, was to make hot dogs.  This was pretty exciting – after showing them that we could fry them on the charcoal stove and add ketchup and mustard into it to make it tastier (thanks mom!!), though that didn’t work out in the end, I was then able to produce the full effect of a hotdog in a bun with ketchup, mustard, and relish (lettuce and onions).  As I did this with Prudence, my American cousin, and Angel, my Ugandan cousin, I felt like I had transported back home just for a moment.  The music was playing, people were dancing, and I was making hot dogs, what could be better?  The day was great – people started arriving around 4, and hence began hours of talking, dancing, and above all else, eating!!  We had fancy sticks with grilled pork and beef, chicken and sausages, hot dogs, salad with “salad cream,” watermelon (which I insisted we had like we do at home), and then soda, juice, and to top it off, cake!!!! And this cake was chocolate with insanely good homemade icing and covered with sprinkles…my mamma can sure bake a cake – even without chocolate chips!  (The secret ingredient is a chocolate drinking mix.) By the end…I was stuffed.  And so began the dancing to work it all off!  The birthdays of each month had a dance off with the other months, during which there was elimination of the struggling dancers with a tap on the head…it was pretty funJ  So if you’re reading this – thank you, my family, for the best barbeque ever!  It was so special and such a joyful, fun-filled time.  The night ended with farewells to all of my extended family, a little more chocolate cake, and then a bit of just sitting out under the brilliant stars with my sister.  It was a good day.

Finding Rest!!

“Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

Entering into the beauty of Kapturwa, I thought I was also entering into a place of rest and renewal.  Instead, as I so easily end up doing, I ended up being super busy and striving and worrying about the future.  It was full of lots of fun and cultural activities – I went to a Ugandan wedding and introduction ceremony and hiked mountains and saw caves and learned how to cook with my mom, but I was not at rest in my soul.  As I was trudging up the dusty hills of Uganda in the scorching sun, I felt overwhelmingly, tired.  As I also started feeling pretty sick, God brought to mind a verse in the form of a song I knew – “Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon me and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my load is easy and my burden is light.”  This verse brought me comfort and helped me in those few hours of tiredness, and it continued to bring me through a time where I desperately needed to stop striving, and just rest! 

  During the rest of the afternoon, as I lay in my bed sweating out a fever, I also sweat out my need to strive and serve and figure out the rest of my life.  In that moment of brokenness and forced rest, I finally was able to hear God’s perfect plan for me – to rest knowing that I was His beloved.  God had desired Kapturwa to be a time of rest for me, but I had instead tried to serve and constantly do…and that’s not what God wanted of me!  Moreover, I had become really frustrated and confused with my desire to do missions – because suddenly, I realized that missions was really hard and it would be way easier to just live the normal life of an American! It was really humbling to find that I wasn’t actually naturally compassionate and did not want to suffer with others – it was way too hard!  My dream of doing missions and bringing light into the darkness and hope to those in despair suddenly came crashing down as I was faced with the hard and realistic realization of what missions really is.  While I hadn’t really entered into anything super hard, I had found that waking up early to do dishes outside and having to cook for three hours to make a meal and constantly feeling hot and missing family…was hard!  It was in humbly realizing that wow – I really wasn’t righteous on my own and didn’t desire God on my own either, that I finally realized, the truth of the gospel.  Everything truly and finally is grace, and anything that I do is completely by His power!  Moreover, as I later began reading Compassion, I found that if I was to do missions, God would give me the conviction and absolute joy in doing it.  And in the meantime, I can rest in God’s loving arms and in doing so love others in whatever community I am in.  

I still don’t know where God is calling me or my “vision” for the future, but that’s ok.  As He spoke to me over and over again since that time of sickness that He was calling me just to rest in Him, I found comfort knowing that He was holding me by my right hand and was hemming me in behind and before.  I may not know where I’m going, but He sure does! 

10 Days in Kapturwa, Uganda

In approaching the topic of my time spent in Kapturwa, Uganda, I am a bit overwhelmed with how to even begin.  I wish I could just take you there and show you the majesty of the mountains and the beauty of its close-knit community of farmers, but I can't...and so I guess I will have to try to explain it to you in words.  

  I took a six hour bus ride from Mukono, Uganda, a pretty busy, urban setting, to Kapturwa, Uganda, a beautiful rural setting of mountains and rivers filled with more animals than farmers.  Driving up to my house for the next week, I was met not with the dire poverty of shacks filled with little kids running around, but instead with a white cottage surrounded by the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life.  The house was right on the front edge of a mountain, overlooking the entire valley of Kapturwa.  Behind the house was a chicken coop, outside cooking hut, and everything that goes along with a farm – roaming chickens, cows and goats.  Farther along you could see their own land full of coffee, matoke, exotic fruit, and potatoes that they grew themselves.  What made this even better was that just the day before, I had come to the insane realization that after 20 years of not liking coffee, I may have possibly just enjoyed a cup of coffee.  I think I still like tea more…but I have to admit, its not bad, especially when its fresh African coffee!  In seeing the breathtaking, beautiful home that I was about to live in, an utter retreat of refreshment and rejuvenation  I almost cried with joy.  I could not believe how much God loved me that He would see my tiredness and need of a peaceful get-away - and then give all of that to me and more! 

The family I stayed with was just as refreshing – they welcomed me into their family with such love and joy, giving me more food than I have ever eaten in my life and making me feel truly like one of them.   I lived with my wise and beautiful Mamma Judith and my caring and respected father, David, as well as my cousin Sarah, who was pretty much like family.  Then there were Isaac and Joshua, the two helpers at the house who I saw herding goats, cutting wood, feeding the cows, and doing things that I guess farmers do!  Then there was Collins, a lively 19 year old guy who brought my friends who lived near by me, and I – hiking!  We went to the famous crack in a rock where we crossed over and saw a breathtaking view, hiked down through bushes and thorns to stand behind a waterfall, and the next day went to a cave in which we sang worship songs and ate chapateis while sitting in the dark.  It was a lot of walking and a lot of sun…but very fun and brought a lot of great pictures!  Oh, and did I mention that I did all of that in my mokosins?  They had told me it was just a little walk...which I guess it was for them:)

When not hiking, my sister and I were walking through their village, meeting all of her many neighbors and greeting them in Kupsabe, the language that they speak there.  I found that knowing how to say, Takwenyo (how are you) and Yeko (good) opened up a whole new world to me!  When hearing me speak their language, immediately either huge grins, or laughter of the surprise of a white person speaking their language followed.  Unlike in Mukono, many of the people I had met had never interacted with a white person.  The kids would touch my skin to see what it felt like, the old ladies would shake my hand for five minutes, and my mom would stare in amazement at the black marks on my face that dirt would create.  I had become the ambassador of America, answering questions from my family from everything of what crops grew in America, how dish washers worked, to how we survived economically when it was so cold that it snowed!  Their life was one in which everyone did everything with their own hands – whether it was fetching water from a well, digging potatoes and planting and grinding coffee to make a living, or washing their clothes and dishes outside in buckets of water.  It was like I had gone back in time and found a valley hidden away, filled with the beauty and simplicity of a community of farmers just living together.  Walking through the streets, I found that my cousin/sister knew absolutely everyone, all whom we stopped to greet and find out how they were doing.  While our destination was bringing tea to her 103 year old grandparents, we ended up stopping at quite a few houses along the way to of course sit down and be given something to eat or drink.  All of them were so happy to see me, many of which asked if I could come back to visit with them longer.  I can truly say that those walks along the road, hand in hand with Sarah who become like an African soul-mate to me even if it was for a week, were the best part of the week.  Yah, taking showers under the sky, learning how to milk a cow for the first time (harder than you think!), and cracking gnuts with my mom while listening to my cousins whistle and sing as they worked were pretty awe-inspiring, but I’d have to say those road trips were pretty special.  And did I say I ground my own coffee beans with a big stick that I pounded into a tall wooden container?

Well, it is time for me to go home to my family now, so I guess I'll have to finish my story sometime soon.  I am truly missing you all.  While it is still great here, I am excited to be home and with you all.  Love you guys!!

Pictures!!

Here are some pics!  

This is my room.

 This is the moon outside my house amidst mango trees.

 This is the front gate into my house.

 The outdoor ledge that I always talk about...which we sit and cook on:)

 Outside the house - chicken coop, water tower, mango trees!

 Dinner!

My birthday cake

 Birthday with my aunt and sister

The front of my house

My Ugandan Birthday

Thank you to everyone who made my birthday so special and for making me feel so loved!  It was truly a birthday to remember – my first summer birthday, my first Ugandan birthday, and my first birthday in which I was in the slums of Kampala, singing, dancing, and being tickled and hugged by a swarm of kids.  

The morning was pretty normal - I had my bread and tea for breakfast, went to early classes, and did a bit of hw. However, what followed was pretty awesome:) I went to the canteen (an awesome little restraunt on campus) with my cousin Prudence and another friend, where I got a rollex (best thing ever - egg wrapped in a chapatei), smoothie, and some type of pound cake.  Then I was off to Off-Tu, my practicum site in Kampala, a city with not only malls and traffic, but also great poverty.  It was truly an afternoon to remember as I held the hands of a beautiful little girl with big brown eyes and danced with her, held her in my lap, and later was given the sweetest card by.  She didn’t know it was my birthday…and yet it was the first card I had received that day, saying that she loved me with the three English words she knew in every possible order.  It made my day.  That afternoon we were also able to teach the kids on hygiene – how one should wash their hands, go to the bathroom in a toilet etc.  We were then able to wash their hands, and I was in charge of the soapJ  By the end of the afternoon, after having walked through the slums with the kids, it was time for good-bye.   Literally 15 of them crowded around me and began hugging me and fighting over holding my hand...and then it turned into a tickle war in which I couldn't help but really laugh.  I think I felt almost too loved:)   I wouldn’t have traded that afternoon for anything else…so cool to be doing what I wanted to do with my life, on my birthday.

I then got home around 7, and was greeted by countless happy birthdays and hugs, and to my surprise, a mysterious box of my favorite chocolate cake in the whole world, on my bed!  It took me a few days to figure out who it was from, but I’m pretty sure I know nowJ Since it was Tuesday, it was then time for prayer.  It was a really convicting and worshipful time, a perfect way to end the day.  But the day wasn’t over!  My mom had lovingly made a delicious meal of insanely good chicken and chips (fries), followed by a surprise party of chocolate cake and strawberry fanta soda!  The day was then perfectly ended by receiving a call from home…and then talking for a good 2 hours with my mom and dad.  During that call, I found out that my story from living in Camden that past summer had been read in chapel that day at my high school.  Crazy to think that the topic of loving the least of these, coupled with my story, had been spoken about on my birthday as I was loving and being loved by kids in the slums.   

And the celebration continued...two days later, my friend Ashley and I decided to celebrate at an american restraunt about a mile away from school.  I had chips and a BLT...pretty delicious.  As we were walking home, it started drizzling...and then pouring...and then seriously hailing, so that soon, we were drenched to the bone and laughing hysterically at being caught in a hailstorm in the middle of the summer.  All the people on the road had run to shelter and were beckoning us to follow, but at that point we were as wet as we could get, so we decided to just keep walking and enjoy the moment.  It was awesome...we even saw two cows jump up onto higher ground with an insane vertical, I don't know how they did it...but I guess rain can send anyone running to safety.  About 15 minutes later we arrived back at the school, drenched, and with a class happening in 20 minutes...I'm sure we looked pretty awesome at that point:)

And then on Friday it was my sister's birthday, and so my aunt and I decided to go into Kampala to surprise her by taking her out to eat.  After buying some food, trying to find her in her dorm, and then going through some pretty dense traffic, we arrived at a small little restraunt on the side of the road, which turned out to make the best burgers I have ever tried in my life.  They didn't believe me...but it was so thick and so full of spice...I couldn't get over it!  So good:)  It did take about an hour to be served though, and so the big liter of fanta, icecream, and bananas came out on that table to the dismay of the waiters:)  It was a fun night.

So that was my Ugandan birthday!  I am now officially 20, which in Uganda, is the year of adulthood...of responsibility.  Pretty crazy!  Life goes fast.

Love you all!!!

<3 Jess

Experiencing Christ's presence in Uganda

This past week…there is truly too much to say.  As I haven’t said much about my classes, I guess I’ll first say a few things that I’ve learned in them.  In Faith and Action, I’ve come to the realization that God is present within every culture, and even in other religions.  He is not just a God of America, but rather an all-encompassing God who meets each person within their own culture.  Here in Uganda, I have found that He speaks through stories and myths, through the victory that He has over the evil powers that are so much more visible here, through his presence here with us, (not just above in the sky), and through unity in Christ that dissolves all tribal differences.

 I have found the African view of God and life to be really beautiful and so full of truth.  Rather than saying, “I think therefore I am”, they say, “I am because I participate.”  All of life is about relationships and being presence with each other – even if it’s in silence.  This translates to their relationship with God – for no longer is it an individual relationship between just you and God, but it’s a communal thing.  Every Sunday in church, we hold hands with our neighbors in prayer, even if, to my astonishment, we didn’t know them at all! Telling each other our needs and prayer requests, we then as a whole church body lift up each other up in prayer, filling the room with the noise of passionate cries to God.  I definitely think the whole church could learn a lot from them.

I have also begun learning about how we should respond to poverty, and what the role of “rich Americans” is.  What I have found is that we are all poor and broken, and it is only when we realize this that we can begin to bring healing to others.  I am learning that poverty isn’t just physical, but so much more – it is the sense of hopelessness, despair, and lack of purpose that physical poverty brings, as well as the broken relationships that we have with ourselves, others and God.  No longer is it something that Americans can just “fix”, because now, we are among the poor too. 

Ooh this is pretty heavy stuff…but this week has also been amazing as well.  I have experienced God’s presence like never before.  As I have begun learning and practicing spiritual disciplines, such as praying, meditating, and fasting, I have found that when I constantly am listening to God and praying His will, crazy things happen!  And it always happens when you are the most weak too.  I tried a prayer walk, in which I prayed joy and God’s presence over each person I passed, and it was in that 10 minute walk that I struck up conversations with strangers and received huge smiles from the guard at the gate, an old lady, and other people on the street.  When before I was constantly trying to figure out how I was to engage with my community and what I should do, suddenly doors were being open for me and things just started happening.  Walking to my gate and finding no one home to open the door for me, I decided to walk down to the crafts market and just see what happened.  At first this venture began as an awkward explanation that I just wanted to sit and watch a girl weave a mat, but then it turned into meeting the whole street of artists.  I talked for almost an hour with an amazingly talented local artist who painted and carved exquisite artwork, and then sat and learned how to make a drum from a boy about my age.  It was amazing…and I was invited to come back from the old lady who wove mats and the boy who wanted to continue teaching me how to make a drum. 

This week has been full of freedom and joy in surrender and being in his presence.  It’s so easy to be caught up with the distractions and busyness of the days, but when you do get away and decide to be still and listen, the rest of your day is transformed into one with purpose and joy. 

Well, I hope you all are doing well!  February is a pretty exciting month for me, for first of all, it is the month of birthdays.  Yesterday was my aunts birthday, tomorrow is mine, and then three days after that is my sisters.  We are planning on doing a huge barbeque at the end of the month, which I’m pretty excited aboutJ  It is also the time of my rural homestay, which will last for a week with another new family!!  And today officially marks 1 month of being in Uganda…and yet it feels like I’ve been here so much longer!  School has also started up for the rest of my family, and so, sadly, I had to wave goodbye to my brother and sister who were off to university.  My sister left this morning at 6 am for her school – one that I have found is super different from American schools, as they have 15 subjects at a time, are graded for the semester from only 3 tests and, as you can see by the time – start verrrry early!! 

Love you all, and do miss you!!

A Crazy Market Experience and an Afternoon of Dancing, Pictures and Pineapple

Highlights of my week:

1. Saturday – where do I begin?  Pretty much I had my first experience of shopping in the crazy side of Kampala.  To explain what this was like is very hard to do, but I’ll try.  Now let me begin by saying that despite hearing that it was insanely hectic and full of people trying to grab at your hand and get your attention, I still pictured it as, well, pretty American.  I guess intellectual preparation can never really prepare you for something like this.  What I thought would be nicely spaced out outside stands with clothes hanging on wracks turned out to be a maze of little stands piled high with clothes that were being thrown by singing men into piles for countless hands to go through and grab before anyone else did.  To get to these stands, my sister, aunt and I wove through a maze of tiny alleyways, where my constant battle was to first of all avoid the bags of rice and pots of food going by me in all directions, and secondly to not only keep up with my aunt but also stay in between her and my sister, who acted as my body guards.  Slapping away hands and avoiding the calls of eager shopkeepers wanting the “muzungu” (white person) to come to their stand was also a pretty fun thing to do…a white face definitely calls attention to itself in the midst of such a place.  By the end of the afternoon of bargaining and learning how to boldly push my way through crowds (which my aunt taught me how to do), I had successfully found a dress and a pair of African shoes, and I was ready to go home.  And so the three of us walked to a public bus, and took the hour journey home, where we crashed and ate, and some of us surprisingly had energy to dance.  It was a day to remember – even my sisters said it was quite the experience.  To my surprise, this was also only their 2^nd or third time going, as malls were also quite common, and yet the market was definitely the place to go for great, cheap stuff, as long as you had the guts to do itJ And did I say its also the place to go if you want to receive a few marriage proposals?

2. Sunday – one of my favorite days so far.  After having a refreshing time alone with God, dancing became the afternoon’s event.  My cousins had come over and it was the last day with the dance game, and so we went at it.  About seven of us were in the living room, dancing to Get Low, which became “my dance,” as well as the shuffle, YMCA, and other dances with crazy moves I was trying to learn.  But I have to say it was a blast…the competition had died down and now we were just having fun, with my little cousins in front leading the way, and the rest of us behind them, including one of my classmates who was living with my cousins.  With all the passion and energy surrounding me, how could I not but dance?  Let me say that before coming here, I was the person that never really danced…so I think its pretty humorous that I got placed in a family that, lets just say, can dance.  And by the second hour of dancing, I think I began getting the hang of it too, to the point that I think I even beat my brother at a songJ  So the moral of the story is, anyone can dance.  If I could, you can tooJ

 Following this, I decided to pull my camera out for the first time, as I saw the most beautifully brilliant yellow moon rising in the sky.  My cousin joined me, and enraptured by it, began taking pictures of everything – from flowers, to every object within the house, to my brother cutting pineapple.  Somehow we went from that, to my brother pulling out all of his blazers and having all of us girls put them on and have a photoshoot in them.  It was pretty hilarious…and I have to say my family is a pretty good-looking bunch.  Maybe if they let me I’ll put up the pics soonJ The night ended with my favorite dinner of chapateis, beans and irish potatoes, followed by the ritual of the pineapple club.  Pretty much my aunt, brother and I decided to try eating pineapple…with everything else.  Ketchup and chips were the food of the first night, but tonight it was Snickers, Milky Ways, and papaya…and I have to say it was pretty good, except when we put it all together.  I don’t think I’d recommend that.

Stories

The things that I have see have done everything from inspire me in desire and faith to deeply pain me and challenge the way I am living.  I will first share a moment in which I witnessed great boldness and faith within a few young kids.

On Tuesday I drove through Kampala to get to Off-Tu, where a group of street kids gather every other week to worship, hear a message, and receive some love and food.  It began with a complete reversal of roles – rather than an adult standing up to preach, or even one of us, one of the girls quietly and confidently stood up to preach the word of God.  She spoke on the verse where the angel put a burning coal to a person’s toungue.  I don’t quite remember what followed that, but I do remember being in complete awe at her maturity and boldness in preaching, something that I have always been scared to do.  Following this, a leader of the organization stood up to preach the good news – that Christ had died for their sins and that they could have a new life in Him.  Meanwhile, my thoughts wandered unfortunately to criticisms of his approach…I thought, wouldn’t it be better if he made it more relatable and addressed to their particular situation?  I was so used to the addition of so much more to make Christianity attractable, that when it was in its plain essence, I thought it wasn’t enough.  And yet I was so wrong.  Shortly after, he asked all who wanted to accept Christ into their lives to raise their hands.  To my great surprise, about seven or eight kids raised their hands, and then after saying the prayer, three of them shared their testimony, thanking God for giving them a new life and for providing for them.  One boy was crippled and had splints on both his legs.  This boy thanked God for helping him be able to crawl on his hands down the stairs when it rained.  And he thanked Him with a smile.

I have learned so much from just listening to others stories and prayers.  For the past few nights my sisters and cousins have prayed, thanking God for the food and for His provision and then praying that He would be with those who didn’t have food, were on the streets, and even those who were dying.  They were thankful to be alive, and man, I just don’t know how to respond.  Our worlds are so different.  I so often go through the motions and thanking God for the food, but how truly thankful am I really, and when do I ever remember those who don’t have it?  But when your reality is one in which you daily encounter people going hungry and who can’t go to school because they don’t have the money, thanking God for one’s very life and food is not only normal, but heartfelt and real. 

I was honored enough to hear the story of a young girl on the way back from Off-Tu.  At first, all I knew was that she lived at the Off-Tu home and had just bravely led worship for a group of street kids.  I asked her to tell me her story…and so after a few moments of pondering her decision to tell a stranger her whole life story, she began.  She told me how she grew up in Kampala with her mother, brother and sister.  While her mother swept the streets to earn money, she collected metals off the street to sell.  She was forced to not come back to school for a whole year because she didn’t have the money for it.  She then painfully shared how a tree feel on her house and collapsed on her family, resulting in many injuries, nights of sleeping in the rain with no house, and as she described, a time of suffering.  However, this was not the end, for through a friend, she heard about an organization that could sponsor her to go to school if she had a talent.  And so she looked into it, and finding out that she could possibly dance, she was accepted, and amid her studies, she danced every afternoon.  She is now at Off-Tu, where she preaches, sings, and teaches dance to the kids.  Her dream is now to go to college at UCU, where I am, and to become a doctor that she might help her brothers and sisters also go to school, as well as help the helpless on the streets, as was done for her.  I asked her what her favorite verse was, and she immediately turned to Psalm 23 – Yea thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.  This verse took on a whole new light for me that day, as I saw a girl who had lost her dad, ate one meal a day and got crushed by her own house, to come out of that and say, in the midst of that valley, God was WITH ME.  

These stories must be heard.  Their struggles are real, and life isn’t just one of trying new exotic crispy grasshoppers and having adventures in town.  It is hard, and it calls for me to respond.  Yes, the Christians here are more joyful and perseverant than I have ever seen amidst such suffering and many truly know God, but there are still the many captive and brokenhearted that God so desperately wants to bring healing and freedom to.

 I may not be able to explain why there is suffering, but I do know a God who experienced the same pain and says, I know, me too - let me be there with you.

Learning and Dancing

It is Monday, one week into attending classes at Uganda Christian University.  I have now gotten myself into a nice routine – waking up around 7:30, walking to class an hour later to then have usually two classes, leaving me with time to do homework, write, and be with my fellow classmates.  Classes have been great so far, I’ve begun learning about African culture and Christianity and have in doing begun to see my own culture and beliefs in a new light.  My community art class and spiritual disciplines class also looks like they are going to be great…I’m loving how pretty much all of my classes intertwine and connect with my experience here – whether its by helping me interact with my community, journal about my experiences, or learn about the culture. It has been a very refreshing and needed time of just being, experiencing, and growing in relationships. 

This weekend was great fun – one of my family’s cousin’s brought by an x-box dance game and so we went at it – and very competitively at that.  We made teams and intensely cheered each other on, I don’t think I’ve seen my brothers and sisters ever get more excitedJ  I almost beat my brother at one of the songs…truly it was remarkable, but other than that, I was pretty much crushed by them all.  All I can say is, they sure can dance!  Other than the fierce competition that came with that, I drove into Kampala with my brother and the insane traffic and heat that came with it, went to church and saw a people with vision – a vision for all of Uganda to repent and return to God, (we signed this petition that they hoped would be henceforth signed by millions to be presented to the government), and had great talks with my sisters and very thought-provoking, deep movies to go along with it.  I think I also made a fool of myself too many times to count…I don’t know if my family just pulls out the blond side of me or if living in another culture with lots of new things makes me especially prone to saying funny things, but I am no known to make them laugh quite a bitJ  Examples…well, I mistook a gate into their uncles house to be the gate into Kampala, I took about five minutes to put a plug into a socket (you have to do it in a very specific way with much speed, I would argue), and I just plain say some funny words, I guess. 

But I have continued to learn much…for while I wouldn’t dare even watch my calm and collected young cousin bind a chickens legs and then proceed to cut off its neck and de-feather it, I was courageous enough to walk into a mass of flapping chickens and pour their food into their troughs, though I did pour half of it onto their heads because they were so excited to eat.  At first it was a bit scary to part the red sea of chickens and pray that I wouldn’t step on them, but now its not so bad and I think I’ve figured it outJ   I also received a history lesson on Uganda by my brother, in which I learned about their president Museveni and about the corruption that is so prevalent even within schools and the police. And so the learning keeps happening...and I am greatly thankful for my family in continuing to explain to me how things work, even if some of them refuse to tell me certain names because they know I'll forget it by the next day:)

My Sunday and today: hot cornflakes, muzungo pokers, and crispy grasshoppers

So much to say, all I can say is that I love this change in pace, and the beauty of having a truly relaxing Sunday.  After a great morning service, I was able to talk to my Ugandan dad who loves traveling and gardening and hear all about his adventures and work, play soccer with my 12 year old cousin and be beat in a goalie contest, roll more chapateis (torteias) with my sister and mom, and take a beautifully refreshing nap.  My sister also got a package with American candy in it which she generously shared with all.  I got my first Hershey bar in a week, delicious as ever, and then drank my afternoon tea with peanuts.  I haven’t quite figured out how tea helps my sweatiness after a game of soccer, but it definitely is a delight to take tea every day, as I am a tea-lover!!  I also tried for the first time cornflakes with hot milk - it truly transforms the taste into something wholly different!  Add sugar, and its even better:)  Dinner was around 9 pm as usual, which consisted of the chapateis, beans, chicken with very flavorful sauce, and matoke.  Special papaya juice was served as well which they had made in the afternoon – delicious!  (Though they of course thought it was quite normal and was not as excited as I was about itJ) After dinner, I was able to sit in the girls room for a while and just chat, look at more pictures and listen to songs, one being, “You don’t know you beautiful.”  Then it was bed time, time to get under my mosquito net and fall asleep to music and singing going on somewhere outside – party, church, who knowsJ 

Today was my first day of classes – had bread, tea, and a banana for breakfast before taking my ten minute walk to school amid bota-botas swerving in and out of crazy cars on the left side of the road (yah they drive on the left here).  Had Faith and Action today, in which after talking about how Christ has been brought to Africa in a very western way, I was posed with the question, “If Christ were to appear as the answer to the questions that Africans are asking, what would He look like?”  I’m not quite sure, but am looking forward to talk to my family tonight and see what they think.  I also went into town today and was successful at many things: at crossing an insane two-way street, bargaining for passion fruit, finding my way through an alley full of police men to reach the post office, not tripping too many times on the road, and not getting too many comments of "Muzungo" (white man) as I walked with my friend, the only other white person on the street.  However, I was unsuccessful at avoiding the Muzungo poker, a man dressed in rags who laughs and pokes any white person who walks by.  It was quite surprising, and as he approached us and poked me with laughter  my first thought was my brother's advice - RUN.  This running looked rather foolish and was filled with much laughter as well, making us stand out even more as silly americans, but we had escaped, and it sure did give me a story and the ability to say, I was poked by the crazy Muzungo poker.   

If you’ve read this far in my blog, I am impressed – I tend to right in long bursts, which pretty much result in a great length of words, but I will hopefully try to work on that and write less more often.  But, I think I can blame my Ugandan brother for that, for he told me to write in more detail and go deeper, and that necessarily follows with a very long post, so I am sorryJ 

Tomorrow I will have African Christian Theology in the morning and then will be off to my practicum site – Off Tu.  I will be in the city of Kampala, working with street kids and I think evangelizing in some way.  I am a bit nervous and know this will be out of my comfort zone, but am also a bit excited to see what it will be like!  Love you all and thanks for reading!

Oh, and as I speak, I just ate a crispy grasshopper.  Tasted awefully like...a cheetoh with eyes?

My Saturday: a church conference with many surprises!!

It is 3:00 on a hot afternoon and I am sitting in IMME headquarters, which stands for Intercultural Ministry and Missions Emphasis.  This is the room where those who live in homes are able to one, have a place to do homework at the college, and two, get internetJ  It is here that I listen to classical music to drown out fellow-skypers and write my blogs as I look out the window at lots of green trees and red roofed classrooms.  This weekend has seriously been a blur of many new experiences and aha moments – everything from finally learning how to peel a potato in my hand (something my mom has tried to teach me for forever) to seeing a lady be delivered from demon possession at a church conference.   

 On Saturday my little sister took me to the final day of a church conference that had been going on for a few days.  It began with unfamiliarity – songs sung in Lugandan and almost shouted into microphones in enthusiasm.  People would dance and clap their hands, and I slowly got into it too.  There was then many performances done by the different churches that attended it – some seemingly Hawaiian hula dancers, who got a bunch of people to go up on stage and give them money in approval, and then African dancers, whom I was completely entranced with as they danced with flair and spunk.  After a practical group session where we talked about relationships and what to look for in a spouse, (which they said everything from culture to hard work to religion), we had lunch – rice, beef, and a bit of cabbage.  This we ate with our hands, which was quite the experience as I figured out how to use my hand as a spoon for the rice.  By the end, I quite enjoyed it - I think I could get used to that!  What followed was lively dancing to songs I knew, one in which we swung each other around by the arm, which I did with my sister.  The message then began, which I have to say was a God-given gift directly for me.  Up until then I had become discouraged and doubtful about my calling and even being here, but as the pastor fervently spoke about God calling us to go and follow Him, and how we needed to go through Gilga, a place of setting behind the past and all that weighed me down, Bethel, where I would find my vision and dream and really get to know God, and then Jericho, where I would have a fragrance of His presence with me, I felt God reconfirming his call for me to come here and that He would empower me to do all that He had called me to do.  Wow – that God would allow the one sermon I listened to to encourage me and help me re-remember that God had called me and would use me.  So cool. 

I don’t know if any of you have ever been to a Pentecostal church, but I have never been to one like this.  What followed surprised and challenged me like none else.  It was the end of the conference and so it was therefore time to be anointed with oil and prayed over.  As I stood there in the long line, I saw a woman who was being prayed over lift her hands up high and start to shake.  As the prayer continued in fervor, she suddenly fell to the ground and started rolling across the floor and crying out, making people in line move out of the way for her undignified movement.  Four people came to her rescue and had to physically carry her by her hands and feet onto the stage, to then pray for her and hence calm her down.  After much prayer, the writhing stopped and suddenly she had come to her senses and sat there in a daze.  I asked my sister what had just happened, and she calmly told me that a demon had just been cast out of her.  Something that I had read about and intellectually knew was a reality had suddenly become a physical reality, one in which took me back with surprise and made me realize that there truly are spiritual battles going on that do influence us.  Those stories in the Bible about Jesus casting out demons and sending them into pigs were real…and I was suddenly seeing with my own eyes the physical power of God and spiritual forces that we who live in the U.S.  so often forget are real.  Even now God is breaking down my preconceived boxes that I have made for Him – He is so much bigger than we think!!  Following this was my time to be anointed with oil.  As he laid His hands on me and began to pray – one thing after the other being directly to my situation, something that could not have been generalized for everyone, I could not help but think, I can never doubt God’s reality after this.  At that moment, the Holy Spirit spoke through that man and reconfirmed once again all He had been telling me, that He was with me and I need not fear, that He would empower me, give me direction, and bring me into a good future – a GOOD future.  Good stuff, right? 

Blurry eyed, eight hours having gone by, I walked home with my sister to be met by my family.  Oh how I do love them already.  I feel that this weekend has definitely been a time in which we have definitely connected more.  I have to say, my brother, Jeramiah, completely made my day when I got home and was bombarded by the phrase, “It was really good!  Did I tell you, it was really good?”  Jeramiah had read my whole, very long blog to the family around the table and could not stop talking to me about it, how good I was at story writing and how he could not wait to read the next episode.  I don’t know how true that is, but it truly made me feel special and I am so glad that I could share a little bit of what life in Uganda is like with my family back home, because it is so worth telling.  So thank you Jeremiah – you are the coolest Ugandan brother I’ve ever had, and I bet if you wrote your own story about life in Uganda, there would be many people very interested in reading it as well!:) 

Obulamu

You may be wondering, what is obulamu found in Mukono, Uganda?  Is it the monkeys that we pass in the trees, the matoke (cooked, crushed up “bananas”) that we eat every day, or the brilliant colors of red and green splashed in every direction we look, or the beautiful people that we meet every day? Well, it means all of this.  In Lugandan, obulamu means LIFE, everything that I have described and more.  As I have been here, I have realized that I am going to truly experience life with all of its ups and downs – the weariness and frustrations of losing most of my comforts and having to learn everything from how to take a shower with a bucket to how to cook matoke, to the joys and beauty of gaining a whole new family, a family that has made me their beloved sister and daughter. 

Life in Uganda began on January 4^th, where I arrived into Entebbe airport at 11 pm.  It was hot and sticky and I was just plain excited to be there, but also pretty exhausted from a day of plane rides and a very strange sleep schedule.  The next day, after a morning of orientation and “preparation” to go meet my host family, I was dropped off at the gate of my host family.  While at first it was a bit awkward and hard to open up with them, after three days now I really feel like family as I have learned to just be in their presence, whether its sitting by a fire watching them cook, talking in the kitchen, or watching a soap opera.  I live with two sisters and one brother around my age (who are also in college), a younger sister (15), younger brother (12?), their grandparents, and countless cousins and aunts who drop by to say hi.  We live within walls, which contain mango trees, a house, a room full of chickens and an outside kitchen.  Then theres a little yard where my cousin continually rides his bike in circles without ever losing the fun in it:)  I have my own little room which is really nice - theres a bed, table, and shelves above me to put my stuff on.  The house is much more “normal” than I thought it would be - they have a tv, fridge, sofas, running water, and even a toilet.  While they may not be living in the poverty that I once thought of as either starving from lack of food or doing without any material wealth, their lifestyle is definitely one that is common among all of the poor in Africa.  The daily life of a women seems to be cooking and cleaning, as they cook over a fire and it takes hours to prepare it all.  And yet this life is so full of joys that I have already experienced.  I have sat on the ledge of the house at dusk and rolled out 25 torteias, I’ve woken up early and husked corn with laughter as they showed me how to twist it to snap the end off, and I’ve danced around my living room table to worship God, undoubtably messing up the rhythm and making everyone laugh.  While they don’t have much, they have already taught me in their prayers which we said just last night about passion and fervency for God.  They seem to really…know Him.  And I want that. 

I know this is going to be a beautifully stretching time, in which I will hopefully make really deep relationships and learn what is like to truly engage in another culture and love well.  The beginning was definitely a bit hard, but now I am seriously loving my family.  Last night I sat in the kitchen floor with all of my brothers and sisters (as I do at home) and just talked about different movies we had seen and realized that we had a ton in common!  We then shared pictures from home and they all crowded around, enjoying every picture I showed them of my beautifully big family – just like theirs.  We could tell our lives were so very different, and yet we now shared the same food and house, struggles and laughter, and above all - love for each other.  It’s crazy to think that I now have two families, and I know that at the end of these four months, I will dearly miss this beautiful family I have become a part of.