Teso is Thankful

From the village of Aleles in Teso, Uganda (click the images to enlarge and read the letter):

 

 

 

The Hole in Our Gospel, by Richard Stearns, President of World Vision (excerpts from pages 135-139):

I Was Thirsty…

“Water is life, and because we have no water, life is miserable”- a voice from Kenya

Most of you began this morning with a hot, clean shower.  You brushed your teeth, filled a glass with water, and took a few vitamins.  Perhaps you brewed a cup of coffee or drank a glass of juice with breakfast.  And each day you run your washing machines and dishwashers and take your toilets for granted.  You probably have one, two, or even three bathrooms in your home.  You may also have a sprinkler system to water your lawn and garden.  Your refrigerator is filled with cold drinks, bottled water, and maybe even ice-cold water dispensed from its door.  If you have children, they probably haven’t spent even one hour of their lives fetching water for the family to drink or to bathe with.  And I’ll wager that neither you nor your children have ever had a sick day due to unclean water–unless you have travel to another country and picked up one of many waterborne bacteria or parasites.

So now, I want you to imagine for a moment that when you wake up tomorrow, all of the water-related fixtures and appliances have been removed from your home.  The sinks, toilets, bathtubs, and showers are gone.  Dishwasher, washing machine, garden hoses, sprinklers–all gone.  Let’s say, though, that everything else about your house remains the same.  Still, how would your life change with  just this one difference?

Where I live, we are fortunate to have a wonderful lake just about two miles away, so if I knew I was going to be without water, I could begin to plan ahead to organize some water fetching.  On foot, it would take about two hours round-trip to go fetch water to use for drinking and some rudimentary bathing, but thirty gallons of water weighs about 250 pounds.  I checked my water bill and learned that my family uses about 300 gallons a day.  That would weigh more than a ton and would require 50 round-trips to the lake each day, so my family might have to reduce their water consumption a bit.  Reducing to 30 gallons would be a 90% reduction, but carrying 30 gallons of water two miles would still take about five or six trips a day, carrying 50 pounds each time, consuming about ten hours of hard labor.  If you think it’s inconvenient to go to the gym to work out every morning, try lugging 50 pounds of water back to your house so you can brush your teeth and have a sponge bath–then try making that trip five times.  Now, if you had to work this routine into your schedule every day and still get everyone off to work on school on time, you would have to begin your treks in the wee hours of the morning.  Washing your clothes and dishes, let alone your own body, would become an overwhelming task.

Women and children in developing countries invest 200,000,000 hours a day in fetching water.  That’s equal to a full-time workforce of 25,000,000 people fetching water eight hours a day, seven days a week.

A few years ago, I was traveling in West Africa.  We visited a village in Northern Ghana called Gbum Gbum (pronounced boom boom).  As we gathered around the borehole well that World Vision had drilled several years earlier right next to the school, the school’s headmaster told us that before the borehole he had just 40 students.  Now more than 400 children attended the school!  The difference?  Before the water came to Gbum Gbum, the women and children had to spend about five hours each day fetching water from a waterhole several kilometers away.  They would rise early, before dawn, making several trips throughout the day; they had no time or energy for school.  Another man told me that before the well, children and adults alike were riddled with Guinea worm disease (dracunculiasis) caused by parasitic nematodes found in contaminated water.  These worms grow inside the body, sometimes up to three feet in length, and then when full-grown, burrow out through the skin, causing crippling pain and infection.  Now the Guinea worms were gone.

As I continued our walk through the village, we met several dozen women working with great effort to make something called shea butter, an ingredient used in skin lotions and cosmetics, from a locally grown plant.  To my amazement, they were selling this shea butter for a profit.  In fact, I was told that it was even being bought by Bath and Body Works–in the U.S.!  The only thing these women had needed to create this business was time and clean water, both of which were now available.

In Africa, they don’t say that water is important to their lives; they say that water is life.  It is absolutely the foundation upon which civilization and human life is built, and the best news is that we have the knowledge and the technology to provide it.  All we lack is the will.

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Africa…from a 12-year old's perspective

shared by Nicholas Kowald

Hi! My name is Nicholas. I am 12 years old and I live in Australia but I am on my way to Africa!!

My uncle drove us to the airport and we hopped out of the car and grabbed our suit cases and walked into the building. Team Australia consisted of me, Aunty Narelle and Dad. After 12 hours of flying we touched down on the ground in South Africa and got off the plane. It was a long trip and now I was suffering from jet lag. It was the first time I had ever experienced it.

Finally Team Australia reached Uganda after a few hours of flight and now the jet lag was really starting to hit me. I swear I could have fallen asleep when we arrived. We were met by Frank (Team America), Seggy (Team Uganda) and Mark who was in Team Uganda as well. We had dinner at a hotel and then left for Banana Village. We reached Banana Village and then I crashed… 

Me and dad woke up and walked around to see Banana village, when I casually mentioned how cool it would be to see some monkeys. Trusting my luck we walked outside and looked around and a monkey tried to kill us… literally it started dropping random bits of rotten fruit down to hit us on the head. Luckily no one was hurt. What a fun welcome to Uganda!

One thing I forgot to mention was that the Greg and Patti Kerr arrived last night so now we were a proper team united from different continents. We were together. The team was as follows: Team America: Greg, Frank, Patti and Cara (Cara lives in Uganda but is born in America so its hard to categorize her!) Team Australia: Nicholas, Andrew and Narelle and finally Team Uganda: Seggy and every other person here!

We traveled for five hours to get to our first destination: “Gulu”. On the way we saw the Nile river and baboons. Even Cara was acting like a tourist! We reached our hotel (which I highly disliked, next time I want to sleep in a hut) and met Pastor Experito and his wife Justine. I then went for a swim in the hotel pool and we left for dinner…

We all sat down, ordered and 4 hours later we got our last meal. At least we got to know everyone better. We had taken a young man for dinner named Alfred and he didn’t seem to mind that the food had taken so long.  In fact we might still be waiting for my drink!

The next day we headed out to Alfred’s parents house where we saw the borehole (well) that Remember the Poor had donated. After a short visit we prayed for them and got back into the car. We then drove for a long time to a school where we were greeted by song and dance. We then left after talking to everyone. On the way back Pastor Experito’s tire deflated and we had to leave him.

The next day we went back to the school again. We all split up into two groups and left for three houses each. Unfortunately at our first house no one was there so that took it down to two, but everything else was awesome such as when we reached the first house we went inside their hut and I prayed and talked to them. (Using a translator) I said “I wish I lived here… you have way better houses than what we have in Australia… we have these massive houses that we don’t need.” The reply was “from now on you live here” and lots of laughs.“  Dad then said that my Mum would be sad if I stayed here!

The second house I found puppies and I played with them. They asked my dad whether or not I wanted to keep one… my dad’s reply was that we already had a dog… anyway how would we get it back to Australia?

We left Gulu that day…  I had decided that someday I was going back.

We keep going all over the place, which is fine with me!  And now we are going to Katakwi from Banana Village, but on the way there we are stopping at Seggy’s parents house for lunch, there I eat a feast with my hands… it was sooooooooooooooooo good. I got out the rocket balloons and I brought kids from all over to watch. It was awesome!

One the way to Katakwi, God put on a “Fire works” display for us (lightning is awesome). We reached the place we were staying but there were not enough rooms for all of us, so Seggy and Cara found more rooms at a nearby motel.

Today I woke up remembering that I somehow was meant to find verses for my preaching to the kids in Apelleun… but the light was not working and it was still dark. I waited a bit longer. Then I got out my Bible and found what I wanted to use and Cara and Seggy came over to us for breakfast. We then got into the van rolled the door shut and started driving.  We reached the village and we were swarmed by numerous kids.  Something was telling me that this was going to be chaos.  I was right!  When I was speaking, the hundreds of kids lost interest and lots were looking forward to when I would stop talking. My message did not make its way to their ears. The translator was great; the number of kids was not. When we handed out the beads to the children to make bracelets we were swamped. I also used the rocket balloons and the kids went psycho over it. They loved it… I loved it!  

Alelesi was a lot better. We did the same thing but this time we made pre-made bracelets and there were twenty kids not three hundred, so we got a lot better response from the kids. And I felt that I spoke a lot better this time and the beads were in better control now, though the kids did not like the balloons as much this time but I liked this village better…

We then left Katakwi for Jinja so we sat down in the car and drove for a long time when we finally reached Jinja.  We went to Tonya’s house to stay and we talked for a while and I played with Christopher and Clayton until I had to go to bed.

I woke up surrounded by a mosquito net as usual and dropped down from the bunk bed; then I got up and went out to see only a few people up and doing things like me.  A while later Tonya had made us all banana bread which was really nice. Dad had also invented nutella and banana which tastes just like a chocolate banana– we had a banana breakie. We then got everyone together and we walked to Renee’s house and were met by lots of little children and mothers. Dad got me to have a photo with a young baby named Sophia.  Soon I was cradling her.



At lunch time I went out to help feed the five hundred! They consisted of all children. I was handing out the bananas and having a great time. It was really tiring though! 

The next day was my last day in Uganda in which I gave one hundred dollars to Cara for a bike and cart for the Alelesi village, and after I took a bodoh bodoh (a taxi like motorcycle) with dad to Cara’s house it was so fun! We walked to the Nkumba School/ church and took two children with us to go to the beach (Lake Victoria). At the beach we had fish and chips which tasted great. I even ate the eye ball. It was the best! I felt really sad that I had to go and I kept on looking at my surrounding area thinking how much I would miss it all, and I promised many people that I would come back. I said goodbye to the people I would not see in the morning and went to bed.

I awoke and remembered I was leaving and I was really sad. Frank, Patti and Greg got up early to see the Australians off and then we were driven to the airport by Seggy.

So here I am sitting at this computer typing up 2 weeks of information: a really hard job to get information to you. I love Uganda and I need to go back someday… as a missionary!…. someday.

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Africa…from a 12-year old’s perspective

shared by Nicholas Kowald

Hi! My name is Nicholas. I am 12 years old and I live in Australia but I am on my way to Africa!!

My uncle drove us to the airport and we hopped out of the car and grabbed our suit cases and walked into the building. Team Australia consisted of me, Aunty Narelle and Dad. After 12 hours of flying we touched down on the ground in South Africa and got off the plane. It was a long trip and now I was suffering from jet lag. It was the first time I had ever experienced it.

Finally Team Australia reached Uganda after a few hours of flight and now the jet lag was really starting to hit me. I swear I could have fallen asleep when we arrived. We were met by Frank (Team America), Seggy (Team Uganda) and Mark who was in Team Uganda as well. We had dinner at a hotel and then left for Banana Village. We reached Banana Village and then I crashed… 

Me and dad woke up and walked around to see Banana village, when I casually mentioned how cool it would be to see some monkeys. Trusting my luck we walked outside and looked around and a monkey tried to kill us… literally it started dropping random bits of rotten fruit down to hit us on the head. Luckily no one was hurt. What a fun welcome to Uganda!

One thing I forgot to mention was that the Greg and Patti Kerr arrived last night so now we were a proper team united from different continents. We were together. The team was as follows: Team America: Greg, Frank, Patti and Cara (Cara lives in Uganda but is born in America so its hard to categorize her!) Team Australia: Nicholas, Andrew and Narelle and finally Team Uganda: Seggy and every other person here!

We traveled for five hours to get to our first destination: “Gulu”. On the way we saw the Nile river and baboons. Even Cara was acting like a tourist! We reached our hotel (which I highly disliked, next time I want to sleep in a hut) and met Pastor Experito and his wife Justine. I then went for a swim in the hotel pool and we left for dinner…

We all sat down, ordered and 4 hours later we got our last meal. At least we got to know everyone better. We had taken a young man for dinner named Alfred and he didn’t seem to mind that the food had taken so long.  In fact we might still be waiting for my drink!

The next day we headed out to Alfred’s parents house where we saw the borehole (well) that Remember the Poor had donated. After a short visit we prayed for them and got back into the car. We then drove for a long time to a school where we were greeted by song and dance. We then left after talking to everyone. On the way back Pastor Experito’s tire deflated and we had to leave him.

The next day we went back to the school again. We all split up into two groups and left for three houses each. Unfortunately at our first house no one was there so that took it down to two, but everything else was awesome such as when we reached the first house we went inside their hut and I prayed and talked to them. (Using a translator) I said “I wish I lived here… you have way better houses than what we have in Australia… we have these massive houses that we don’t need.” The reply was “from now on you live here” and lots of laughs.“  Dad then said that my Mum would be sad if I stayed here!

The second house I found puppies and I played with them. They asked my dad whether or not I wanted to keep one… my dad’s reply was that we already had a dog… anyway how would we get it back to Australia?

We left Gulu that day…  I had decided that someday I was going back.

We keep going all over the place, which is fine with me!  And now we are going to Katakwi from Banana Village, but on the way there we are stopping at Seggy’s parents house for lunch, there I eat a feast with my hands… it was sooooooooooooooooo good. I got out the rocket balloons and I brought kids from all over to watch. It was awesome!

One the way to Katakwi, God put on a “Fire works” display for us (lightning is awesome). We reached the place we were staying but there were not enough rooms for all of us, so Seggy and Cara found more rooms at a nearby motel.

Today I woke up remembering that I somehow was meant to find verses for my preaching to the kids in Apelleun… but the light was not working and it was still dark. I waited a bit longer. Then I got out my Bible and found what I wanted to use and Cara and Seggy came over to us for breakfast. We then got into the van rolled the door shut and started driving.  We reached the village and we were swarmed by numerous kids.  Something was telling me that this was going to be chaos.  I was right!  When I was speaking, the hundreds of kids lost interest and lots were looking forward to when I would stop talking. My message did not make its way to their ears. The translator was great; the number of kids was not. When we handed out the beads to the children to make bracelets we were swamped. I also used the rocket balloons and the kids went psycho over it. They loved it… I loved it!  

Alelesi was a lot better. We did the same thing but this time we made pre-made bracelets and there were twenty kids not three hundred, so we got a lot better response from the kids. And I felt that I spoke a lot better this time and the beads were in better control now, though the kids did not like the balloons as much this time but I liked this village better…

We then left Katakwi for Jinja so we sat down in the car and drove for a long time when we finally reached Jinja.  We went to Tonya’s house to stay and we talked for a while and I played with Christopher and Clayton until I had to go to bed.

I woke up surrounded by a mosquito net as usual and dropped down from the bunk bed; then I got up and went out to see only a few people up and doing things like me.  A while later Tonya had made us all banana bread which was really nice. Dad had also invented nutella and banana which tastes just like a chocolate banana– we had a banana breakie. We then got everyone together and we walked to Renee’s house and were met by lots of little children and mothers. Dad got me to have a photo with a young baby named Sophia.  Soon I was cradling her.



At lunch time I went out to help feed the five hundred! They consisted of all children. I was handing out the bananas and having a great time. It was really tiring though! 

The next day was my last day in Uganda in which I gave one hundred dollars to Cara for a bike and cart for the Alelesi village, and after I took a bodoh bodoh (a taxi like motorcycle) with dad to Cara’s house it was so fun! We walked to the Nkumba School/ church and took two children with us to go to the beach (Lake Victoria). At the beach we had fish and chips which tasted great. I even ate the eye ball. It was the best! I felt really sad that I had to go and I kept on looking at my surrounding area thinking how much I would miss it all, and I promised many people that I would come back. I said goodbye to the people I would not see in the morning and went to bed.

I awoke and remembered I was leaving and I was really sad. Frank, Patti and Greg got up early to see the Australians off and then we were driven to the airport by Seggy.

So here I am sitting at this computer typing up 2 weeks of information: a really hard job to get information to you. I love Uganda and I need to go back someday… as a missionary!…. someday.

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Africa Vision

shared by Andrew Kowald (recent Vision Trip participant and father to Michaela and Nicholas)

Well after many months of anticipation, my son Nicholas (12 years old) and my sister Narelle and I are finally here in Africa – for the very first time. It still feels like a dream a lot of the time – a very, very good dream! It is amazing to finally meet up with Frank, Seggy and Cara after hearing so much about them and with Greg and Patti completing our team we were set for an adventurous and life changing time together here in Uganda.

So far we have spent a lot of time on the bus, travelling to some very remote villages along some very bumpy, muddy and narrow dirt roads. With the mix of Australians, Americans and Ugandans in the one bus there has been a lot of laughter and joking about the different sayings and ways of doing things in our respective countries.

Although we have only been here for 5 days it is amazing to reflect on the experiences we have shared and the people we have met so far. Here is an example of one day the life of an Australian visitor in Uganda.

This morning we all jumped on the bus, including Pastor Experito (who is our main contact here in Gulu and a very lively, passionate man of God.) The destination for today was a piece of land at least an hours drive from Gulu town on which a school classroom has recently been built. At one stage we managed to get bogged in a very muddy section of the road but with some strong pushing from Frank & Greg and some skilful driving from Seggy we finally made it through.

After arriving at the school I was privileged to be able to interview Pastor Experito about his journey to Gulu over 15 years ago when the rebels from the “Lords Resistance Army (LRA)” were terrorizing Northern Uganda by murdering, maiming and abducting many people, especially children. In spite of the constant danger and threat to his life, Experito continued to preach the gospel everywhere, even when many others were leaving the province and thought Experito was crazy to stay. I felt very privileged to be able to spend so much time with Experito and am inspired by his boldness and zeal to partner with God in seeing lives transformed.

We then had the opportunity to visit a couple of families in their homes. So here I was sitting in a little mud hut in the middle of the African bush talking with a mother and her children through an interpreter. The mother shared how she and her son had both been very sick and even after spending time in the hospital there was no improvement. She then visited a church where the  pastor prayed for them and they were healed. After this the mother put her trust in Jesus and was born again.

The mother then sang a song of praise to God and we all clapped along. My son Nicholas then explained that he liked this house/hut better than his own home back in Australia which was too big and had lots of unnecessary space. There was lots of laughter followed by an invitation expressing that he was more than welcome to stay with them. Nicholas then prayed for the Ugandan family but decided he’d better not stay as his mum might miss him too much!

It is difficult to express in words how special we felt to be able to engage with these people in this way. Although this is only a tiny snippet of our visit so far I hope it gives you a small taste of what we have been doing and learning. Thanks especially to Cara & Seggy (two absolute legends!!!) for organizing this life changing “vision” trip. Even though I am only half way through my time here I can say without any hesitation that if you ever get the chance to do something like this, grab the opportunity with both hands and run with it. You will never regret it!!

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My Heart Has Been Captured…

shared by Cara Murray

By a little boy named Andrew. He is wonderful and I love him. A lot.

I clearly remember the first time I read about Andrew. Cindy had sent out a blog entry on him. I don’t remember the details other than I felt her love and desire to see this child flourish as I read her post. Shortly after she sent the blog, I went to Uganda for a visit (little did I know that visit would result in a rather severe move and career change for me but I suppose that is for another blog entry).

I remember walking up to Andrew’s house. Nothing could prepare me for his condition. I was hesitant to greet him and I remember trying to act casual and easy as I walked up to him but inside I was terrified. He wasn’t a huge fan of me at first but seemed to be excited about the car we had driven, turns out ‘motorcar’ is similar enough to understand. Andrew was seated outside on a mat. He was half clothed and unable to move towards us. His head was very large, his legs were really little and he had limited use of his arms. I had never seen anything like it before. He spoke well and was clearly excited to see Seggy (again, not a fan of me – I tried not to take it personally). At the time we weren’t 100% sure of his condition but it was later confirmed that he suffers from Hydrocephalus.

My interaction at that time was limited but when I moved to Uganda in October 2009 I knew I needed to follow up on Andrew. Over the course of several months and many trips to different clinics, we discovered that Andrew was in fact healthy. There is no way to reverse the hydrocephalus this late in life or reduce the size of his head, but we were encouraged by the doctors to focus on improving his quality of life. On a trip to Mbale, several hours outside of Kampala, we visited a children’s hospital that concentrates on neurological issues, including hydrocephalus. One of the doctors showed us a CT scan of a ‘normal’ human brain and then the CT scan from Andrew. The comparison was unbelievable. The CT scan of a ‘normal’ healthy brain showed large amounts of gray or brain matter with little parts of black or water around the brain. Andrew’s CT scan showed almost all black, meaning his head was primarily full of water and only a small amount of gray along the outside. The doctor was so surprised to see how little brain matter Andrew had and how high functioning he was. It was at that moment we learned to appreciate how healthy and able Andrew was. Up until that point we had focused on all the things he was unable to do. Andrew is unable to walk, has limited use of his right hand and unable to move around independently but as the doctor pointed out, he is able to talk, he is able to joke around and laugh, he is able to count to 10 in English and able to feed himself. After that appointment the doctor sent us away with the advice that we focus on helping Andrew become as independent as possible and encouraged us to get him intense physical and occupational therapy. I left Mbale extremely grateful and in awe of God’s goodness. It was truly a moment of looking at the glass half-full instead of half-empty. Despite it being a long journey and somewhat hard on Andrew, he was a trooper and absolutely loved each minute of the car ride. As we pulled up to his house after a 6-hour car ride home he announced that he didn’t want to go home, he wanted to continue driving around. We all laughed. It was a great ending to the trip.

I will say however that during the trip I had times of great frustration with Andrew. He is 8 years old and has several mannerisms of a 4 year old. He whines when he wants something and cries when you make him do something he doesn’t want. And his mother allows it. There were several points when I wanted to intervene but something told me showing Mama Andrew how to parent would not be all that loving. I prayed for patience and a solution.

A few weeks after our return I was talking with Seggy and we remembered that another clinic for physically disabled children had a residential program. After a bit of discussion and a trip to Katelemwa, the clinic, we decided to have Andrew join the residential program with a caretaker for a month to see how he would do with daily therapy and a bit of time away from home. When Andrew is at home he spends all day sitting on a mat outside. His mother has 3 other children and given Andrew’s size, taking him to church and other places is extremely difficult. Not only was the therapy a big part of the reason to take him, I knew time in another environment with other children and loving caretakers would be so good for his development. Secretly I also hoped he would learn to stop whining and crying so much, but that was the not-so-patient Cara thinking.

Andrew has now been at Katelemwa for one month and I am happy to report he is thriving. The first week was extremely difficult, both physically and emotionally for him but he is doing so well now. The second week he was there I went to visit and it was at that point that something changed. I have always loved his child, but during that visit Andrew and I connected in a really special way. I can only say that God was at work b/c it was not by Andrew’s or my doing. He spent much of the first week whining and crying but after a few discussions, he has made great strides. He is now laughing with all the nurses and staff and has even told them to ‘watch out during therapy because he can kick.’ I’m not saying that threatening to do physical harm is funny but in this situation it is funny b/c not only can Andrew not kick (his legs are still too weak), he is showing love for his helpers.

Earlier this week I went to visit Andrew and as I walked in he shouted “Muzungu!” (word for white person in Luganda). I responded with “Ani?” (who?) and he screamed “Auntie Caro!” I brought him some new toys and he repeatedly thanked me in English. We spent time doing exercises and laughed and clapped, which is great fun since he is gaining use of his right hand. He rubs my arm when I come, he touches my hair and we spend time laughing. He spends most of the time talking to me in Luganda and while I don’t understand anything he says, he doesn’t seem to mind and the other kids in the room laugh. Within the first few minutes of seeing him he’ll ask for money, tell me wants to eat rice and asks if we are leaving b/c he wants to go in the car, and something that used to bother me now makes me smile with joy.

While he isn’t able to walk yet or move around independently, he is getting there and most importantly he seems really happy. I’m not sure how much longer he will stay as the caretaker has literally put her life on hold, but I pray we can keep him there for at least another month. I ask that you pray for this situation as well. If we do have to take him back home we’ll find a solution and I imagine I’ll be taking him a few days a week to a local clinic for therapy but it would be my desire to see him stay at Katelemwa for a bit longer.

The pictures below show Andrew trying to get dressed, moving himself in his wheelchair and clapping. Enjoy!


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Happy Feet…and a wish list

83 pairs of shoes

I’m pretty sure the picture doesn’t do justice to just how many shoes were donated.  I think my 4-yr old nephew may have captured it pretty well when he said, “Uncle Frank and Aunt Cindy have a million shoes at their house!”  That’s more what it felt like.

We had so many black school shoes come in (about 150 pairs) that we shipped them off to Chicago to go by container to Uganda.  (If you have shoes you haven’t yet dropped at Frank’s office, please let me know.  We can still send those by suitcase.)

Cara’s mom and her friend were also collecting shoes (in Chicago), and at last count they had more than 150 pairs as well.  There will soon be at least 600 happy feet in Kochgoma, Gulu, Uganda–feet that were previously cut or split open or infected with jiggers.

The legacy of happiness will not end with these 600 feet.  Our prayer and goal is that these happy feet become the beautiful feet that bring good news of happiness and proclaim salvation to the nations, saying “Our God Reigns!” Isaiah 52:7

Now that the shoes have been shipped, we have more luggage space. And, we have a few more things we’d like to send to Cara, Tonya, and Seggy in Uganda.  Since the Phoenix team leaves in just 3 weeks, will you please let me know if you’re interested in helping purchase or donate any of the following items?

  • 3 sets of sheets (contact me for sizes) THANK YOU!!
  • Mac laptop (Tonya’s PC laptop was fried.  We would like to replace it with a mac as we are finding the Mac protection from viruses is very important.) New or used in good operating condition is fine.
  • Skippy Peanut Butter- twin-packages (6 pounds each) from Costco THANK YOU!
  • 20 packages of mac-n-cheese (store brand for 35 cents each are great!) THANK YOU!!
  • boys’ underwear (contact me for sizes) THANK YOU!!
  • OXO potato peeler THANK YOU!!!
  • one package colored construction paper THANK YOU!!
  • single hole punch THANK YOU!!
  • first aid kit and latex gloves THANK YOU!!!
  • 2 bottles of Cetaphil lotion (not cream) in pump bottle (for eczema)- Kroger/Fry’s equivalent is fine THANK YOU!!!
  • 10 to 20 men’s antiperspirant deodorants- any kind– THANK YOU!!!
  • 2 bottles of charcoal tablets/capsules (from a store like Sprouts) THANK YOU!!!
  • B1 tablets/capsules (from a store like Sprouts)- 250 mg daily prevents malaria (we’ll send as many as are donated.) THANK YOU!!!
  • umbrella(s)collapsible THANK YOU!!!
  • light water-proof jacket (used only) THANK YOU!!!
  • If you happen to be or know a pilot or passenger who is flying through Phoenix and Nashville, we have a suitcase we’d love to get from Phoenix to Nashville by Oct 16th (for a party traveling from Nashville to Uganda) THANK YOU!!!!
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Fetch God…

shared by Andrea Thiele

“Fetch God?” Doesn’t that sound so blasphemous, but, isn’t that what we do in a way..throw God a bone? I mean, He doesn’t ask for our left overs, He has asked for our “First Fruits.” Giving anything BUT our first fruits is blasphemous.

Here are some facts:

30,000 children died today and will die tomorrow of preventable diseases, like diarrhea and starvation. Children like these.

Here is another fact:

Last year, the American Church spent $10 billion on church buildings and programs. Buildings and programs like this:

Please understand, that I don’t know these churches (I found the pictures on the internet), and while they are hopefully reaching the lost, I just believe that there needs to be equality. So, if a church can spend $10,000 (that is modest figure) on a new sound system, or comfy chairs, or some catchy program, should it also be able to spend $10,000 to feed starving children, or house homeless widows? We try to mask it all in the name of Jesus and what we NEED to serve him better but, lets face it, when we reach heaven, I can’t imagine Jesus saying “Well done my good and faithful servant, you sure did dial in that worship mix well, and the lights…whoa…I particularly liked the the foyer with the flat screen TVs.”

Jesus will however, say something more along the lines of this if we are not careful:

“Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and you name drive out demons and preform many miracles?” Then I will tell them plainly, “I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!”

Jesus was not speaking here to irreligious people, atheists or agnostics. He was not speaking to pagans or heretics. He was speaking to devout religious people who were deluded into thinking they were on the narrow road that leads to heaven when they were actually on the broad road that leads to hell. According to Jesus, one day not just a few but many will be shocked-eternally shocked-to find that they were not in the kingdom of God after all. ~ Radical by David Platt

My heart is broken today as I sit and think of my sister in Africa, who just watched a 23 year old friend, weighing 37 pounds die of something preventable like starvation. There is NO need in the world for that to happen when we have been given so much. Our thinking is upside down. Instead of worrying about TRUTH we worry about the lies that Satan has spoon fed us in our churches today.

We also see no verse in the New Testament where God’s people are ever again commanded to build a majestic place of worship. Instead, Gods people are told to be the temple-the place of worship. And their possessions are to be spent on building, not a place where people can come see God’s glory, but a people who are taking God’s glory to the world. ~Platt

The Temple of the Old Testament full of riches. Adorned with gold, silver, bronze, and jewels.

The Temple of the New Testament:

Cara Murray (in back) and Seggy Hannington (in blue t-shirt in back) with Pastor Cyrus and the children at Helping Hands Orphanage.

We are the church, the temple of the Living God. We don’t need to adorn ourselves or our buildings.  We must grow weary of serving ourselves and start to burn with passion in serving others. NOT with just our time and talent, but with our money. We need to grow weary of our church buildings being “Well Fed”, when they are not eternal. Human lives are eternal.

We need to be passionate to want to serve and stand before a HOLY God who will say to us “Well done, my good and faithful servant, enter My Rest.”

I ask you one thing: Do not tire of giving, but do not give your leftovers. Give until it hurts, until you feel the pain. Do not be afraid of loving to the point of sacrifice. Jesus’ love for us led him to his death.” – Mother Teresa

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