Author: Adventures

I had never been to a prison before, never mind a Ugandan prison. So I really had no idea of what to expect. I kept trying to picture our ministry there as we waited to be let in the little door with a small lock on it. When we walked through the door, there was just an open dirt courtyard where men in yellow prison garb milled around.  From there we went into an open concrete room packed full of more men. They cleared some wooden benches for us and we joined some other people from the church who were also there to minister to the men. They had us introduce ourselves and say why we...

A beautiful, thin, old Ugandan woman. She is well respected and highly esteemed in the Kyampisi community; and everyone, no matter of their race or age or home, is her grandchild: including us.     She has a weathered, wrinkled face, but her skin is still soft, retaining all the elasticity of her youth. When we first meet her, she drops to her knees in a prayer of thanks to God, saying, “Who am I that you should come meet and help me?”      When we praise the Lord at the end of the day, she brings herself to her feet, shaking her hips with as much...