|NGM Praise & Worship Band|
Money and food have been in short supply here in the Pearl of Africa. Many have learned how to sleep hungry. If it was there, food may have been the way to express love freely. But it wasn't. However, music is in abundant supply. Many, many kinds of music. Music styles from other African nations and even distinct styles from districts within a single small nation. We even have "Jinja music" that is characteristic of our city.
|Baptizing JoAnn by pouring until we get to the River Nile|
I love kids ... the next generation ... and there were over 100 of them. How do I say I love you? With music! I got the best live musicians I know of who can interact musically with youth. And ... I danced with them. A solid hour of energetic dancing is my explanation for recovering from this youth conference.
The morning after the first day, on the way to pick up the band members, my driver Peter told me, "I saw Jesus coming." His statement seemed a bit random to me as I replied, "Where? When?" He said, "Yesterday!" When the band entered the van I told Raoul, the leader, "Hey! You are a song writer. I have a song title for you! I don't know the melody or the lyrics, but I've got the title for you. You have to do the rest." They all laugh and Raoul asked, "What's the title?" I replied ...
I Saw Jesus Coming
|Marvin washes Gina's feet|
Within a few short minutes I was telling those in the van if we have eyes to see we can seen Jesus coming through out history.
I saw Jesus leaving the glories of Heaven to come to this earth as a baby in a manger.
I saw Jesus coming to a short, corrupted tax collector who He found in a tree so they could have lunch together.
I saw Jesus coming when as He sat with a soiled and rejected woman at a well in Samaria.
I saw Jesus coming when He spit in the dirt to mix mud and put it on the eyes of a blind man so that he could see.
I saw Jesus coming down the road to Calvary dragging His own cross so that many sons could come to the Father.
I saw Jesus coming to my cramped college dorm room in 1966 on Easter weekend to bring a 19 year old kid home to the Father.
I saw Jesus coming through Gina and Marry with His love for the lost, abandoned, neglected, and abused children of Uganda.
And, Tuesday I saw Jesus coming to many broken, abandoned, wounded orphans with the good news that they have an eternal family of which they can be a part. And I saw Jesus coming through the thumbs of my granddaughter, Robyn, as she wiped the tears from the face of a girl about her age; and through her arms as she embraced her from the outside and Jesus embraced her from the inside.
Jesus has been coming over and over and over historically. And, He is coming today to people all around the world. He will come to millions more in the days to come. In Him we live, and move and have our being. And, the amazing thing to me is that God has chosen to dwell inside of His sons so that He Son Jesus can come to others. Because this is the secret: Christ lives in you. (Colossians 1:27)
I want to see Jesus coming one more time.