There is a full iridescent moon hanging outside my window, roosters crowing in the distance, dogs quarreling, and there are the sounds of machete’s cutting grass for prized cows. Most people I will pass today will have a day like any other, work for their food money, greet their friends, bathe their children, eat their beans and posho and sleep on an old piece of hard foam. I’m about to face a critically important event. This will be a day unlike any other in my own personal history book. Part of me would rather peddle bananas on the street in a sea of dark faces.
In some ways when I think about this morning it is absurd what I am doing. I am a married American woman with five children who journeyed alone across the world in a week’s notice to testify in Ugandan court as a primary witness against a man who lied to me about owning an orphanage which we discovered belongs to the church. Then he used tricks to open our wallets like a tap and drain money into his own pocket. Meanwhile all the good and change we meant to do for the people and children who live in some of the most impoverished conditions I’ve ever seen have not received it. Their lives have hardly changed since we left thirteen months ago. The children did not eat as they should have, the good milking cow was neglected and died, and they are still living in this horrible place.
What I am honored to do today is stand alone in a court room without the physical presence of my husband, face the accused and endure the cross examination of the defense attorney. Maybe I’d rather have a root canal today. Maybe I’d rather stand in ankle deep water and pick up venomous snakes with my bare hands. In some ways, I’m about to go do both.
How am I going to stand tall and speak without my voice seizing up on me? Only by the grace of God will I have the fortitude and stamina for this day’s events. I trust God will clear my emotion, pack it in a box and put it aside for later. He will fill my mind with powerful thinking abilities, and His wisdom. He will help me remember details long forgotten. He will help me stand tall while my enemy attempts to strip me bare, knock me down, and set me on fire.
I keep my mind centered on the promises of God. He will not leave my presence, and like the Isralites who went through the desert he will be a pillar of cloud before me to guide me. I will hold His hand tightly and let all my fears flow through the grip and rest upon him. I trust the Holy Spirit in me will be like a fast computer disabling frustration and retrieving truth from the memory banks in my mind.
I will remember my testimony is not the whole case. We have many witnesses who bring in every angle of his trickery and deception. All of the stories add up to the truth. The magistrate has a powerful mind to sort through the distractions of a crafty lawyer desperate from working on a loser case and she will see the truth plain as the moon that captivates me with its glow outside my window.
Tonight I will come home and collapse with relief knowing my part is finished. I will close the door on this sad story because my energy is best used to start over, go back to the beginning, and take firmly placed steps towards helping children who have no one in this world to be protected from the money minded conmen, and give them the opportunity to have security, love, education, healthcare, the knowledge of God, shelter and good nutrition. We are all resilient. A man driven by greed isn’t able to push me out of the way because the God in me has more power than the god of money he serves. There are others who will fight this matter to the finish. I welcome them to put on their boxing gloves. Mine will retire.
The moon is nothing compared to the sun, and on this matter, the sun will rise, the light will spread, and the truth will be known. The accused will hang his head, defeated in all his tricks to escape, and then face the consequences of the evil he practiced. I pray for him sincerely hoping when he hits the lowest point of his life, the self proclaimed pastor will open the eyes of his heart and be transformed by the truth of Jesus’ sacrifice. I hold out hope for his soul to grasp the instruction from the bible and let it guide not his mouth but his actions. I hope someday he can be a blessing to the almighty God I serve.
2Corinthians 4:17-18 For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are tangible but the things that are unseen are eternal.