Saturday morning, the day before Easter, while I was having my quiet time and sipping strong black coffee, I was thinking about the children in Uganda and feeling a heart pull to be with them for this sacred holiday. Celebrating a Christian holiday in a Ugandan church is exactly what I have always thought it should be like. There are no decorations, and the shops haven’t exhausted us with their request for us to buy everything we don’t need to celebrate. Instead there is a change in the atmosphere for sure, there is a deep soul based surge of energy celebrating something as critically important as the birth of Jesus, or a risen Savior. Then there is the singing and the music, and my personal favorite the drumming. Finally, my favorite, everyone is so full of the spirit of praise for God that it breaks out into a dance. With their music it is impossible for the body to stand still. Even my husband moves his body in church when he’s in Uganda, and I gasp! So I was wishing to be celebrating the risen Savior with my friends in Uganda. Some day I hope that can happen.
I realized I hadn’t asked Phiona to offer special meat to Jame’s church for their holiday. So I wrote to her to take 200,000 shillings and buy food for their feast so they can thoroughly enjoy their Easter event. Ten minutes after I sent the email, she texted me, “I had the same mind, I was going to ask you for the same thing and there you had already thought about it.” She was so happy, and she went about the task immediately. They don’t get meat except on special holidays.
One of the older boys who remained loyal and did not side with Adams is in music school, thanks to one of our sponsors. His name is David and he arranged an Easter concert for everyone and he performed. I have to say it is a good sense to know that somehow God used me to help that boy reach his potential and fulfill his dreams and goals. That’s the kind of paycheck I am seeking, and it is far more rewarding than money.
Phiona spent her Easter holiday with the children and she reports the mama’s had never before cooked up such good food. And the children ate til they couldn’t fit another bite into their stomachs. It makes me so sad to learn their wish is they could store food in their bellies so they would never feel hunger. Hearing that from a child motivates me to work harder for the children who don’t have parents. What about those who have no one? They’ve got God. And God put it in my heart with indelible ink to go and do the little good that I can while I occupy this earth. It is my honor. One of the ways I help them is to connect other people who have the same heart to make a difference in their lives, with a child to help. For $25 a month a life could be utterly changed. If this touches you and won’t let you go, contact me. I have children who still need sponsors. firstname.lastname@example.org
The children love it when cases of soda arrive on the back of a bicycle!
One thing I enjoy about these children is they don’t expect anything, and when a gift comes I can feel their gratitude all the way from Uganda to my kitchen in Texas. Even more so when they learn they have a sponsor so they can go to school. They carry the photos of their sponsors around and compare stories with personal pride.