Pastor Isaac asked if we would go and see an area that was not on our schedule that day. We went. It was a very heavy and humbling experience.
What Pastor Isaac had not told us was that he had sent 48 of the children from here to Great Love Junior Academy, so they could eat and get an education their parents could not afford. We had been paying their school fees without ever having stood in their village.
Somebody’s son built a truck and a trailer out of the rubbish in that yard, and pulls them through the dust barefoot.
“Do you know the Lord?”
Asked of Mary Auma, the day we met her
That day, Mary accepted Jesus Christ. Before we left Uganda we had decided to build her a house, and one for Julius, whose family we met on the same walk.
“I thought it was a boy too. She stole my heart.”
Max, on the child who took his hand
We had changed $300 into shillings to buy souvenirs. Instead, we gave most of it away on that walk, $15 at a time, to the families we met.
We walked in not knowing that 48 of that village’s children were already ours. We walked out having added two more — Mary L., and Aisha, Mary Auma’s thirteen-year-old, who had worked a year in Kampala and was never paid.
He Is Worthy