Monday, June 24, 2013

A Hospital, A Taxi, A Church, and The Children


Hospital Visit:

It broke my heart to go to the hospital and sit in a waiting hall of lots of babies who were sick. Some had IVs, some were coughing, some with infections and some extremely lethargic. The child I was with was diagnosed with some sort of infection on his head and a hernia. They would not treat the hernia because he was too young and it may come back. They gave him an antibiotic and a pain killer. While I was waiting, a woman thrust her baby at me and said she would be back. At that point I started praying she really would be back. If I was left with a baby I wouldn’t exactly know what to do other than take it back to the orphanage. I lifted the blanket off the baby’s face to see a very deformed head. My heart was crushed! This sweet baby was tiny and frail. I prayed that God would help that baby, whatever his condition, to feel handsome and loved all his life. I then prayed for healing on all the other children waiting in the hall. The medical facility was not much but they do their best with what they have.

Taxi Ride to Jinja:

I am no expert at choosing taxi vans. They are all trying to get passengers first. But if the van is not full you sit and wait til it is. But I enjoyed the experience even with a long wait. Since I had a baby strapped to me I got to sit up front. The taxi stops and picks up/drops off people along the way to Jinja. The taxi holds about 14 people.

Jinja Community Church of Faith:

We were supposed to go to Acacia Community Church, but no one in Jinja knew where that was and I forgot to write it down. We ended up going to Jinja Community Church of Faith. I was the only mzunga there. The message was preached in English and translated to Lugandan, but the singing was all in Lugandan. Here is what I witnessed: I saw a church that had a total of 5 outdated microphones, three of which had cords. The sound system consisted of two speakers. The band was the sound man playing a drum beat and chords on a keyboard. No one complained about the music being too loud. No one complained about what songs were played. No one complained about the sermon being long. The worship leader didn’t tell people how to worship, making them raise their hands or spin around. Everyone worshipped in their own way. Some sat still, some raised their hands, the choir danced, some yipped and others just sang…and it was ok! But what I noticed most was the overwhelming sense of God’s presence. It wasn’t about show or pleasing people like it so often feels like in America. Here they don’t worry about what others will think or how many people showed up that day. We are so political about how we run churches in America today. I cannot remember the last time I was overwhelmed by God’s presence in my worship service at home like I was at this sweet little church in Jinja, Uganda. Because they have so little here and are thankful for what they have, those issues aren’t present. They focus on one thing- worshipping God. We have lost that I’m afraid. We spoiled Americans make it so much more difficult than it has to be. I am appreciative of what we have at my home church. But I almost wish we didn’t have all that we do. It feels as if people spend more time complaining than praising. Even as a member of the praise team, there are days I get bogged down in all the technicalities and fail to just worship. Even though I couldn’t understand what they were saying in this song service, you could see the hearts of worship these people had and I couldn’t help but to close my eyes, raise my hands and just praise along with them. If I could fly to Uganda every Sunday, I would.

Children:

Today I set my laptop on the front porch and a bunch of kids came and huddled around it to watch a movie. It was the cutest thing ever! Next time I’m gonna get a picture. We were just too tired from our trip to Jinja that day so we sent all the kids home.

Eva started school today J She was so excited! She came home all smiles. While Eva was at school, little Eva, Joseph, and I watched Ratatouille.

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