If you think getting your photo taken is a bit intimidating, try being the photographer. I don’t much like having to shoot people I don’t know, but that is pretty much the life I chose here so I have to suck it up. Sometimes here at EMI I get the blessing of a having a "handler."
Matt walked me around the Amazima construction site one morning while the sun was lower, the light decent and the air a bit cooler (so, like 95 instead of 195* F). There were people digging latrines in this heat. The next time I want to complain about some aspect of my job, I will remember this. Like 45 seconds ago.
The first thing I did here after my day of recovery time, was to head up to Jinja, about 3 hours north of Kampala, to visit our team at the Amazima School site.
You might have heard of this ministry. It was founded by Katie Davis Majors about ten years ago. She wrote a book about her experiences (Kisses From Katie) and was also interviewed by David Platt and it pretty much went viral and she wrote another book and stuff. Right about the time we began with EMI we were sending a project team here to design the school. That school is now operational, but we are also still constructing dorms, latrines, and some other facilities. So we have a pretty large construction management program going on there.
The photo had a strong pull on me. I stared at it far longer than I normally do. I make it my business to look at good photography so I can become a better photographer. Some images just beg to tell their story, and this was one of those. I found I could not stop thinking about it and I remembered the face of the man named Jared.
Jared sat down with me and immediately leaned in. I don’t mean to use a buzz phrase - I mean he literally did. Right away he leaned in so close it was like he had these wonderful secrets, too good to be missed. A slight smile played around the corners of his mouth as he spoke and I smiled too because of joy on his face. He spoke with an urgency in his voice and I listened with more intensity than I normally do.
OK, so here’s the raw and unfiltered scoop. I’ve been hoping God would use this trip to “redeem” Uganda in my mind. You see, for reasons I will spare you having to read (okay, so I filtered that part), my first trip was not a wholly wonderful experience. There were a few hard things that happened that left me with enough bad memories and feelings that I was not keen on going back any time soon. Also, Uganda is where I found a snake in my toilet, so there’s that.
But I also went knowing that He might not choose to make the country over in my mind to suit my tastes and to leave me with good feels. I don’t really want or need a God who caters to my whims anyway.
I know I’m tired when my thoughts make no sense. Well, they totally do as they are coming out of my brain. But about three seconds after said thoughts exit I stop and think, “Actually, I doubt ferrets have much use for immersion blenders.”
Such are the goings on of my head after 24 hours in the air, 16 hours of layovers, and a change of 9 time zones. Oh, and only 2 hours of sleep in there.
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