Author: Adventures

8 hours. Amsterdam. 5 hour lay-over. 8 hours. Uganda. 2 hour bus ride to Kampala from Entebbe. 1 and 1/2 days in Kampala. By the end of the first day, we had met Alice.  We were all sitting in a circle outside our hostel talking about life when she came to us to ask us about Jesus. 2 hours later. She committed her life to Jesus. Our time in Kampala was filled with adventuring around the city. Playing and dancing with street children. Learning that everywhere we go, we get pointed at and called, "Mzungu! Mzungu!", which means foreigner. Using squatties!! (By the way, they are...

We finally made it!!! Our journey started out in kampala, we arrived at about 1 in the morning and crashed after our many hours of travel time. We woke up the next morning and were waiting to have a meeting and some of us were just sitting in a circle around our rooms and a girl named Alice walked over and said "Are you born agains, because I want to accept Jesus in my life", it took us a minute to respond because all we could do was smile in disbeleif that the first time we share the gospel with someone was her coming right up and asking us to help her and tell her about our...

These last few days have been amazing. It’s astonishing how easily you can fall into a culture that is so hospitable. I guess I imagined that  the people here would be upset with “mzungus”, after all, we are responsible for a lot of their current problems. But they are so willing to forgive. Every face I have seen has met me with a smile, every body with a hand stretched out to greet me. The joy of these people has astonished me. Our team has spent a lot of time getting to know each other in the past few days, and I mean REALLY getting to know each other....

Africa. Uganda. Lira. this place has already stolen my heart. as some of the only white people in town, we can hardly walk anywhere without stares, people pointing and shouts of "mzungu" which means "foreigner" or "white person" in their langauage. we take the opportunity to smile and wave at these people and utalize the few words in their language that we know to send a friendly greeting to them. when walking on the roads that are more outside of town we gather a group of children trailing behind us. the brave ones will come up and hold our hands as we walk...