Saturday in Uganda

Today is Saturday. I have spent the last few days in a whirlwind. I was able to go to the house in Senge. It has about 15 boys. It is away from the city in a village. The boys can wander around a little bit and interract with the community. They also have their own gardens and were proud to show them off to me. This home is run by African Hearts. I have spent most of my time in the Kivulu house, located in the Kivulu community (slum). It is a dangerous place with prostitution, drugs, pornographic movie houses, and it is filthy. The boys here live in ahouse with a large wall around it and a small dirt patch in the middle. No-one, and I do mean no-one enters or leaves without permission. The gate has two locks. So the boys live the majority of heir time here. All attend school, but their break just began for five weeks. This is not a big space for 15 rough and tumble boys.
I have been able to do lot's of things with the boys, both in the Kivulu house and also the street kids. I caught a head cold. I am good as long as I don't get lice too. The street boys I guess don't find me very threatening and they always want to sit close to me, or hold my hands when we walk. How could I possibley tell them no? So I may not be able to be around our kids for a while when I return if I am being treated for lice. For the last few nights I have joined Abby and Uncle Julius as they bring hot tea to the boys on the street before bedtime. I carefully watchd a boy unwrap a dirty plastic burlap type sack and spread it on the ground, then pull out a clean one and crawl into it like it was a sleeping bag. He also had a piece of cloth that he covered his chest with. The bag only went up a little past his waist. But the boy next to him slept on a ratty piece of cardboard with no covers at all. Such a heartbreak. I also was able to visit the older boys, 17-19, that make the beads. They are too old to stay at the church so Abby rented them a small room and they make beads all day. The guys were asking Abby if they could make and sell necklaces with seeds in them but she said they might not sell, but I bought it and paid a premium price. Over $1.00. The other boys were clucking their tongues at him. I think they wished they had necklaces to sell the rich Muzungo. I took some pictures of the older boys to show you. Abby also let the boys open to gifts that Bob and Cathy, their sponsors, had sent with me for their birthdays. i took pictures of that too. The sent to buckets of Legos. What boy doesn't like Legos? Today I went to the market again to buy Sunday shirts for the boys. We really picked around to get the best ones. We brought to boys with us, Peter, the oldest and Katarenga, a new boy at the home. We took them to lunch too. A special treat. So when we went to look for the shirts Peter fell in love with a Boy Scout uniform. So I got it for him and then Katarenga saw one too, so we got that for him. I can't wait to see them wearing their shirts.
They will be testing all of the boys for HIV. So far all of the ones at Kivulu are clean but they are going to test the street kids as well. Three of the boys currently have malaria and are being treated. The clinic charges are a big part of the budget here.
So I asked Abby how we could most help her. Would she like a team to come out or money and she didn't even hesitate and said money. Then she told me about her dream to buy 10 acres and build a home in a village not too far from Kampala. Then she would take all of the boys away from the slum and give them a real home. The bill for that...$110,000. Land is not cheap here. But she already has a great staff. Her best friend here in Uganda, Moreen will be a house mom. David and Julius will be the house dads. They are all such amazing people who really love the kids.
I could barely leave the boys sleeping on the ground at the church, so I don't know how she does it day after day. Only God can give strength for that.
I may not be able to leave to come home on Monday because of the Volcano. London is not accepting ANY flights because of heavy ash in the air. So pray that the ash will seperate.
I love you all and I have felt your prayers.

Uganda Monday Evening

In Arizona it is lunch time and here in Uganda it is 10:30 PM. I have had a couple of truly amazing days. Sunday we went to a church, Calvary Chapel, that has an American Pastor. This church spoonsors a program called Front Line and is a ministry to street children. They have a lot of British and American volunteers come and help. They seem to stay anywhere from four to six months. It takes that long to aquire a little Logandan and to gain the trust of the kids. We took the kids from the house to church with us. We then went to lunch with some Ugandan and American and British leaders. That afternoon we went to the pool with all of the boys. They had so very much fun. Just like all kids do on a hot afternoon. They boys really consider themselves a family and the Ugandan men that are counsellors at the home are their mentors. The boys call the men Uncles and the women, like Abby, Auntie. They call me Jajja which means grandmother. I am honored. Then Sunday night we went to the orphanage in Senge. It is run by African Hearts. Abby volunteers with them. They are a Ugandan group that works with street boys too. But it was late when we arrived and I wasn't able to really meet the boys. The next morning they left early to go to school and I was still sleeping. We then returned to The Kivulu house, the safe house, in Kampala. I spent the afternoon using the wonderful facepaints that you donated with the street kids, but they had to bathe first. I really had fun and they did too. Monday, Wednesday and Friday they have a program for the kids, they have a short school lesson, then they feed them, play games with them and tell them a Bible story. The boys can also get soap, clothes and recieve medical care. Then tonight I told the Bible story to the boys. I watch thirty or forty boys curl up on cardboard, or a plastic burlap sack to go to sleep. Some had towels or sheets, but they all layed on a hard dirt floor. But at least it is safe. Abby has hird two guards to watch them. Tonight she had to remind them to not sleep. One of the boys gave me a bracelet to wear. I will wear it with joy. I ate posho and beans for dinner, the same thing the boys get almost every night. They had pineapple and they shared with me. Generosity in the midst of great poverty. It just goes to show that poverty of the purse does not mean poverty of the heart. Please pray for the boys and Abby and her team both Ugandan and American.

Mission Trip To Uganda

On my way to Uganda tomorrow. I leave Monday, April 5, at 7:20 at night on a direct flight to London-Heathrow. I will then have an eight hour layover and get on a plane to Uganda. I arrive there at 7:30 on April 7. Whew! The purpose of this trip is to investigate the efforts there in Kampala and see if that is a project we would be comfortable partnering with. I will be visiting Abby Tracy and her Ugandan co-workers as they minister to street children. My prayer is that I would be a blessing to Abby and the whole team, and I can't wait to meet the kids. I have all of my clothes in a carry-on and I have 5 bags! The bags have clothes, school supplies, and fun stuff like soccer balls and art supplies. I am also taking bandaids and antibiotic creme. I will be returning to Phoenix on April 20. I am hoping that I will be able to use this blog to communicate with you all. If not, I will definitely update it as soon as I get back. So check back often and pray for the ministry in Uganda.