And FoundIt really was quite a journey on the way to the discovery that we were lost. It began normal enough ... waking to the symphony of exotic birds making my conscious self aware that the beginning of another day had arrived ... followed by the typical morning rituals of preparations for a day in the Pearl of Africa. And, it seemed to be yet another typical day until a phone call made known to me some rumors.
One of the Island Boyz was the discussion of the previous day. During our absence while in the States, so the rumor went, this particular former thug had wandered back in his old ways. There was deep concern that he had "fallen." My suspicion was that it was more than a rumor. The first time I laid my eyes on him two weeks earlier, his countenance tipped me off.
|Encouraging the distraught wife|
We easily located our friend and returned to my house with him. I suspect he was a bit taken back by our intrusion into his private world. But, that's what family does. He humbly said, "I can't lie to you. I have fallen." God said two are better than one so that when one falls the other can help him up. We told him even if he refuses our extended hands to help him up we will always love him. But, it is critical that he knows who he is so that he can know where he is going.
By then the day had long slipped past lunch and was headed toward mid afternoon. We added a couple more guys to the vehicle and headed for a marriage conference in the village where I was meant to be the last speaker. Based on what I was told I anticipated about a 40 minute drive to the site of the conference. I should have know better. One of the Island Boyz had an idea where this village was ... meaning he knew it was on the shore of Lake Victoria. Getting there proved to be a different matter.
The best way to get your bearings is to frequently ask those more familiar with the terrain if we are, at least, truly moving in the right direction. Which we did. Frequently!
Finally, when we stopped to confirm we had made our last turn and we were on the last road to this place, that was SO deep in the bush it is where the dogs turn around, we discovered that the two men we asked were headed in that same direction. We invited them into our vehicle. What would you rather depend on? A set of verbal directions or the presence of someone who absolutely knew the way and was willing to take you there?
|Where the dogs turn around!|
These men were originally headed to a burial, but upon receiving a resurrected life decided to let the dead bury the dead and continue on with us to the marriage conference.
I had no idea we got lost so that others could be found. It was beautiful. We were lost and these guys helped us get found. They were lost, didn't know it, but Kato helped them get found. I was glad to fulfill my temporary commitment to speak at the conference, but more happy that two lost young men have found their eternal way home.