SUNDAY – A DAY OF REST!!!

Today we had been promised an afternoon off at Lake Nabugabo beach after church.

First Paul preached two services at St John’s Church, Kijjabwemi, basing his sermon around ‘The Servant Queen and the King She Serves’. The first service started at 8.45am in English, the second at 10.45am in Lugandan (true the Bishop did translate for him). At the first a modern more lively service we sung Happy Birthday to the Queen, at the second we sang the National Anthem.

The service’s ended at 12.45pm and after lunch with great expectation and a quick stop to change it was back in the car. As we arrived at the home of Grace (a member of the church committee) we began to suspect all might not be as we expected. A table laden with fruit and a tour of her garden later it was back in the car. A generous hour of dusty roads later at 5pm we arrived at the beach, not a grain of sand in sight and rather uninviting looking water, the towels went back in the car!! A quick stroll round the grounds of what turned out to be a rather noisy holiday centre and it was in the car again, next stop was just around the corner to a church run centre used for youth camps and holidays, what a contrast, peaceful and beautiful. After a tour of the accommodation we spent a quiet hour wandering the grounds. Ian was delighted to photograph the Monkeys and a Hornbill which obligingly posed in the tree.

The journey home was a race against the setting sun and, after yet another unexpected visit, it was again dark by the time we arrived back.

Uganda is an amazing mix of relatively affluence and abject poverty all mixed in together. The homes we visited yesterday were small mud huts supporting roofs with more holes than your average sieve which we had to walk the tracks to reach, today we were entertained in a home I would have been proud to own.

Sometimes the enormity of the challenges here are overwhelming and it seems we cannot possibly make a difference, and then we meet a youngster who’s life has been changed through sponsorship and we are reminded that every life impacted is a difference made. Giving hope one child at a time does make a difference. There are many children still in need of sponsorship and needs that we would love to address if we had the funds. Can you imagine if the water poured into your bedroom every time it rained? We have so much and take so much for granted.