March 27, 2011
One week ago today I ascended into one of the armpits of Uganda. The village sits high above my hometown of Jinja, but sinks lower than the average level of poverty in this undeveloped nation. The poor people of Uganda call the people of Masese poor.
Masese is a settlement of people who find survival more attainable up on their hill because the city leaves them alone. The symptoms of suffering are everywhere. Disease is rampant. Drunkenness is so common among the men that many of them use it daily to avoid the realities of their circumstances; passed out by noon from the brew made by their children. Children beg on the streets of Jinja. Few of them attend school. There is no money for school fees. The squalor is everywhere and hope seems to have escaped this depressing place.
Within the eye of the storm and apparent lack of resources I found a gem who carries the Greatest Resource in all of time and eternity.
Peter, our driver, and I had remained behind to provide security for our vehicle as the team from Oklahoma climbed farther up the hill with Moureen to dispense medicine. It was obvious vehicles never came this way. Foot traffic was the common means of transportation. A taxi would be just the kind of resource thieves could take advantage of.
Within a few minutes I abandoned my post by the vehicle and began using my limited local language skills in an effort to encourage a small group of women near us. They had seen the skin color of the women on our team and had already gathered handmade necklaces, hopeful for a sale or two. I quickly moved over to a group of three men. Two were obviously quite young men, whom I discovered were married and with children, but the remaining man seemed old.
|Peter ... oldest believer I've met|
There's a song that goes:
The more I seek You, the more I find You
The more I find You, the more I love You
I want to sit at Your feet
Drink from the cup in Your hand
Lay back against You and breath
Hear Your heart beat
This love is so deep
It's more than I can stand
I melt in Your peace ... it's overwhelming