So after last weeks blog I fell ill! First proper illness whilst I've been over here which is pretty good going I reckon. It began on the Friday night (when I could only struggle to 2 slices of pizza I knew something was up). And then from that evening upto Sunday afternoon, everything I ate, I would see again a couple of hours later, in a different form, in the bog. This misery was doubled up when on the Saturday, we had no water in the house, including to flush the loo... grim. So I had to resort to filling it up every time with water from a Jerry can. I was improving on the Sunday, after managing to hold down some lovely dry bread.
I thought I'd got over it on Monday, so I went into work. Probably went too hard too fast. I had my usual rice and beans from Eldima for Lunch, then went for a Jungle Smoothie after work which filled me up, but then Robby came home with Fish & Chips, in hindsight I should have resisted this temptation. Let's just say my bum wasn't very happy with me on Tuesday morning.
Lost a bit of weight according to many of the staff, but by Saturday I was back to full fitness. And I needed to be, it was a full day. Went to football in the morning, after losing that weight and having had a few weeks off, it was pretty tough, and hot. Then we went on to hold a workshop for the guys. Kind of really odd. One of the older boys was the MC (they love MCs) and then whilst we were waiting got some guys do some miming (they also love miming) at which point this hammered woman entered and started dancing with them. Soon it was time to start. Mike had asked me to give a word, so I decided to give my testimony, trying in some way to get them to find it relevant to their lives. Whilst I was giving my talk, the drunk woman started to shout out and be generally lairy, drawing all attention in the room. It actually taught me a lot, in terms of humility and really helped me for my preach on the Sunday. So I spent the rest of the day in Namatala with Mike, I met his family and ate with him in his home, with his Madam and his two daughters. Really enjoyed being with them. Then I went to his Pastor's home to stay there for the night. I was already really knackered at 930, but then of course they wanted to chat, and when it came to 1130, Esther brought out food. It turns out they eat super late and go to bed late and then wake up at like 5. So I stayed with them and in the morning went to preach at their church!
Their church is called Prayer House, originally I wanted to talk about Heaven but as I was thinking more and more about it I felt God nudging me towards talking about prayer with a view to giving the church a fresh perspective. For the first time I didn't really prepare anything, I just had two passages that I'd been studying anyway and trusted in God for what to say. It went really well, God seemed to really speak. Also discovered a new good attention gaining tactic. I began to see them drifting, so I stuck in a Luganda word ('oolideh' which means 'have you heard') and then they were fixed again.
Saw Stephen on Saturday as well. Man he's working hard! Went into CRO at 3 and he was there with his head stuck in a book. He told me that he's getting up at 3am every morning to study before getting ready for school at 5. WOWOW! My new little bro is gonna SMASH this!
Only got 8 days left in Mbale. Felt really weird yesterday when it was brought up in the meeting that this was my last week so if they needed had any work to finish with me they'd better get it done. Just trying to have a bit of a normal (as normal as life gets around here) week, just trying to do things for the last time. Trying to finish well!
Feels a bit weird having to write this even though I'm gonna see most of the people who read this in about a week and a half, but hey.
God Bless you!!
Dan x
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