Home

I am home. Sixteen hours on airplanes. My own bed, the food I enjoy. My family, the surroundings I am familiar with once again. Home!

What memories most come to mind from my trip to Uganda and Ghana?

- Dear, committed Christians who have hard lives, but who daily live by faith literally trusting the Lord for their needs (pool workers are still pool workers; waitresses at hotels are still waitressing, etc.)

- Most people are in their same jobs they had four years ago – upward mobility is uncommon.

- Their faces, their lives, and their comments – “thank you for loving us”….”this training is so practical we can use it”….”when are you coming back?”… “you have encouraged us”

- Heat and sticky humidity, my undershirt so wet that I could wring water out of it

- Warmhearted people and beautiful children

- The handmade local musical instruments in Pallisa (made of hollowed tree trunks, gourds, beans, and threads from animals) – beautiful music can happen anywhere

- Cape Castle fortress where captives were shackled, held in overcrowded dungeon rooms until shipped to the “new world” as slaves, yet directly on top of the dungeon on the ground floor was a Christian church that was worshipping God while humans were held in sub-human conditions below the church floor.

The last section of the training on suffering was about “home.” I used the example of landing at an airport. The announcement from the flight attendant was, “We are approaching the terminal. If your travels take you on from here we wish you a pleasant journey.” This life is not the end – it is not the terminal. We all are on a journey through this life that ends with the Lord’s return or us dying and joining Him in heaven. HOME.

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