In missions, it’s my right to my home, friends, family, comfort, flushing toilets, my church home, and all my worldly possessions. It’s the giving up of my rights to wearing and doing what I want. There are cultures and customs in Uganda that we just simply don’t have here. One such culture difference is the wearing of skirts. Anyone who has known me more than 5 seconds knows that you see me in a skirt or dress for 4 occasions: Easter, Christmas, weddings, and funerals. And that’s it. But in Uganda, women wear skirts. It’s becoming more acceptable to wear trousers (pants) but outside of the big cities it is still associated with a loose character as a woman. How am I to share the love of Jesus if people think I’m a “loose woman”? I won’t be able to. So even though it is NOT something I will enjoy, I will begin to modify what I wear and become accustomed to skirts. We will begin to learn new manners and customs, and will probably be scolded for unintentional rudeness more than once. We will be in a literal hut, with an iron sheet roof and concrete floors. We will have pit latrine (aka outhouse with a hole in the floor) for our bathrooms, and the shower stall is outside. As I read through some of these directions from New Hope, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’m completely insane for being so excited about it! But as I talked with my mom last night, I realized why I am: I won’t notice the discomfort or unusual customs the first time I see a Ugandan child grasp the love of Jesus for the first time, or when I get to help birth a baby, or when I pray at the bedside of someone dying from a preventable disease, or when pastors who have no training grasp the Bible and hunger for it. It is worth the death of my rights all day, every day to share the gospel of Jesus with those around me. And I pray the same is true for you. True ministry requires the death of our rights and wants; in exchange for a peace that passes understanding, and a joy no one can take from us. Charles Spurgeon once said , “Did you ever think of the tremendous value of a single soul. My hearers, if there were but one man in Siberia unsaved, and all the world were saved besides, if God should move our minds, it would be worthwhile for all the people in England to go after that one soul. Did you ever think of the value of a soul? Ah! ye have not heart the howls and yells of hell; ye have not heard the mighty songs and hosannas of the glorified; ye have no notion of what eternity is, or else ye would know the value of a soul. Ye who have been broken by conviction, humbled by the Spirit, and led to cry for mercy through the covenant Jesus; ye know something of what a soul's value is, but many of my hearers do not. Could we preach carelessly, could we pray coldly, if we knew what a precious thing it is about which we are concerned? No, surely we should be doubly in earnest that God will please to save sinners.” Please pray that God never let us forget the value of the work we are doing and that we never learn to de-value a soul over our own comforts or “rights”.
Alright. So next steps and prayer request:
We are accepted to NHICF (yay!). But in order to officially hold our spots we need to get the first half of the deposit in. This is $4000 for us ($2000/each). We don’t have $4000 lying around waiting to be given to Uganda. So please be in prayer that the Lord provide, but not just provide (because we know He will) but to provide in such a way as to bring glory to Himself. And please prayerfully consider giving as we move forward. We know He owns the cattle on a thousand hills (Psalm 50:10), so He will get us whatever provision we need. Will keep posting as things roll forward!
Thank you as always!