The North Country...

Hello Friends and Family...

I have been writing for the last hour on a crappy computer. I adjusted my chair and the computer shut off. I hate trying to communicate from the 3rd world. It's is always something.

The well is underway and we plan to inaugurate it with a big celebration on Thursday on our way out of town. I will spend Thursday afternoon with Patrick (ARM) and Thursday evening with Bobby (my American frien who works with Food for the hungry). We fly out to come home late Friday night

Saturday was such an amazing day. We traveled from Iganga through Mbale 1.5 hrs (beautiful) to Soroti 1.5 hrs(barren and desolate). Kony and the LRA (the rebel troops) made this the most southern point of their awful raids about 2 years ago. They used the rock formations and mountains around this area to hide out in. What a physical manifestation of the spiritual darkness the LRA brought to this land. The stark difference was awesome to see...

Friday evening we called the head Baptist preacher in the adjacent village but he was in Kampalla. HE told us to call a woman who was in the village at this church praying. Yes on a Friday night - he knew she would be there praying.

Norah met us at 8 the next morning and we drove to Kappromaydo. My spelling is wrong but the name means ” fertile land for grand nuts” – peanuts everywhere. The trip was spent talking to her because the road she described as “not too good” was so bad we could not hear from the frontseat to the backseat of the car. She was an amazing person. A recent graduate from Kampalla University and has come to this village to be a missionary. This was where her mother was from (she is now an orphan) and had come here because no missionaries ever would. (It really is in the middle of nowhere - even for Africa where really everything is in the middle of nowhere)

To get to the village church from Kappromaydo took what looked like a cattle trail for about 8 miles. The ruts in the road were so bad they had ducks swimming in them. Hanging branches were the main concern from the sides and the 5 foot tall weed/grass that surrounded the car was typical. 2.5 hours into an expected 1 hour journey we arrived.

Kemper followed up on a conversation he had started with Norah about prophesy. He explained that we had dominion over the earth (Noah) and that this authority through Jesus’ gave us the ability to curse or bless even the land (Jesus and the fig/date tree). He told her that this was her job and if she did it he wanted a report of the livestock and plants in the area after she does it.

She asked me if I had ever heard of someone speaking prophetically and not known it. She explained to me that 1 month ago she was preaching in this very village church and was handing out bibles (a rare and precious thing in Uganda) and she told the church that the bibles were just the beginning and that God was really about to bless this church. “Crazy huh” she said. Servants of the King will begin construction of the new church there in about 2 months. Crazy. Crazy faith. The blessing is here.

I’ll try to write again, but no promises. This computer thing here is ridiculous!! I love you and miss you all.