There are street preachers here who stand on the curb with their bible in one hand and their face all twisted, body tense, jumping hollering, pointing the other finger, pacing and telling the world everyone is going to hell. I see them everywhere, and I watch carefully those people who encounter them, and everyone ignores them. No one even looks. We can hope a seed is planted somehow. My way is simpy going with the loving helping hands of Jesus showing the gospel in action. It’s the only way I know how.
I’m not one who has been to seminary and I’m not even willing to judge the person who stood there and preached. It’s good practice for sure. It just doesn’t look terribly productive from the outside. And then I remember God asks me to do some fairly zany things and I obey even if people call me crazy. It is good these street preachers obey.
The team enjoyed their morning at Kira’s baby home again, and then they had lunch at the house with Harriet before going to the hospital to visit Fred. Phiona was given the day off! She loved that. George and I ran around shopping, meeting with land surveyors and valuers. George arranged for a man he knows to come do some repairs at the house. He installed a pump so when water is delivered Julie can turn a switch and have the water moved to the top of the house so she can turn on the tap in her kitchen, or flush the toilet. The little things can mean so much. Before she had her own pump, she had to call someone, and rent a car, rent a pump and have someone do it for her. Now, she flips a switch.
George hooked up her oven and she began cooking on it right away. George and I both have known what a hard worker Julie is and it made us both so content to see her joy. I love to see this progress. We hired a woman, Joyce, who has been doing some washing for us to work full time cleaning and helping Julie in anyway. This will help so much if Julie must go run an errand and the children are coming home. She won’t be a prisoner in the house. I’m so blessed and amazed to see how God provides. And I have to say being at the house with our team and our children is becoming my second home. I love it there. I really feel the peace, love and presence of God’s hand in the place with these people. It takes a village to raise up children, and that originates on this continent, so to see it take shape as ministry minded Ugandans are committing to help these children I have to say, Only God. Really it is remarkable progress.
George shared a funny little thing with me. As we are building the team here he has been an integral person helping me determine the honesty and integrity of the worker. He has a private conversation with each of them and he tells them, “these people are honest and they will treat you very good. But if you mess up, we will arrest! So it is better to be loyal to them and not leak any secrets, take what isn’t yours, or lead them into trouble for your own benefit. We’ll be watching you. And the police inspector who works with them will find out anything you do, so it’s best not to do it.”
George has a high sense of morality, integrity and the fear of God. He’s going to be a blessing to these children as he and Irene plan to come once a week to work with them, and show them what a loving God honoring family looks like. And they will treat these children as their own. Having father figures around for the ten boys in our home is critically important. I can’t say we are obeying God’s call to put the fatherless in families if we won’t have good godly men around to influence the children. Now we have George and Robert.
I hope this new team helps Phiona’s work decrease some so she can have a more balanced life. I really am a “mama” to all of these people. They all call me “mama” to get my attention, and I really love that. It
reinforces the family we are creating. I can only hope we cause our Father in Heaven to smile down on us for loving, protecting and helping the fatherless. All kinds of trouble comes our way. The stones on our path are sometimes too big to pick up and move, we must find a way around them. But at no point have we just stalled or quit. We are on the journey, in motion, and making good progress. The wicked in this world can’t touch what God has determined to do. And I hold onto that truth every time it crosses our path. Like George told our team, it’s best not to become an obstacle because this work and ministry is really a God thing. We’re doing what God asked us to do, and I might not be jumping and preaching the word on the street, but I’m faithfully being the hands and feet of Jesus to these little ones. I know for sure seeds are planted in God’s kingdom.