So this morning when Mary brought breakfast up she had cold milk. The milk was boiled last night, and then in the fridge over night. That was a very nice surprise. The aforementioned milk actually came from our cows out at the farm. That is kind of exciting.
The plowing is nearly finished (they plow it once, wait a week, then plow it again) so late this week or next week we/I will be planting the test plots int he "gardens." There aren't fields here they are all gardens. That is also exciting.
Today I am meeting with 2 groups of young people age 17-24. We will be doing a small group bible study/ discipleship class for the rest of my time in Mbale. I am rather excited about this. This is what I've really the sort of thing that I have wanted to get started since I arrived here. This week is not when I would have really chosen to start it, since I'm trying very hard to get my sermons written for next week. I have one finished. If you would like to read through it to see what you think/provide ideas I'd be most happy to let you do so.
Also I have found out that when I was in Entebbe I did not talk to/fill out the paperwork with the correct people. This is not so excellent. The people we talked to claimed they were the right people, but then called me again yesterday saying I need to do different paperwork. This might mean that I must travel back to Entebbe again.
On Sunday Mary's church was an interesting experience. We got out of the taxi along the main road, and then walked straight up those very large hills. We then hike for about 3 kilometers. Then once I was very hot and sweaty we arrived at church to which we were late. We had missed the bible study portion. Which started at 9. I arrived at about 10:15. We then entered praise and worship portion. The singing and dancing lasted about an hour. Then there were 3 separate choirs. Each sang one song. Then we went to "intercession" where everyone prays for about 15 minutes. This is not the standard congregational prayer in the US where that pastor prays for the congregation. Everyone is standing up, walking around, and praying out loud. Sometimes yelling and or crying.
Then we hiked 2/3 of the way down and we ate at the house of Moses. Moses is a convert from Islam. He has 3 wives, and one of his wives has 10 children. I don't know about the others. "We don't often count children."
We then got down to the road. Got a car to take us back to Mbale. We had a journey of about 40 minutes ahead of us. Mary and I were sharing a bucket seat in the front. I was leaning over at about a 45 degree angle leaning against the driver's seat. In this way all of my weight was on about 2 inches of seat. My leg went numb in about 10 minutes. When we got to Mbale this caused a bit of an issue. I thought it was asleep, but I did not realize the extent to which it was numb. I stood up, but could not get my leg to stay straight at the knee or the ankle. Then, at the perfect moment I got a head-rush so that I could no longer really think straight either, so focusing on staying upright did not occur. I the fell flat on my face. Which I'm sure was a rather hysterical moment of all of those who were there to watch. They probably thought, "Wow what has that crazy mzungu been drinking?!" I tore a hole in the knee of my trousers. I also was bleeding some. I then proceeded to Calvary Temple where I preached for the second time that day. This time to the youth there. That was a pretty good time. Some of these youth will be the ones with which I will be working this afternoon. (Mom, this sentence originally ended with "with" but I corrected it just for you.)
Okay, I feel as if I have rambled sufficiently to make you fall asleep, I have decided my blog is perfect for just before going to bed. You can use it this way, also as bed time stories for children. Although they won't like it because it will bore them, but if you keep reading they'll be dead asleep in no time.
I must now get to work on my sermons. I have decided I MUST finish one per day this week. I did this yesterday, but I had that one 1/2 done to begin with. So I better get to it if I'm going to make it for the rest of the week.
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Ending sentences with prepositions is something up with which we will not put
ReplyDeleteThanks for the update. Hopefully the youth liked to see you preach with the hole in your trousers.
I might paraphrase the blog post to read as a bedtime story for two of your nephews.
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ReplyDeleteAlso, you mean "with whom", and not "with which" you will be working this afternoon (since they are people and not, say, armadillos, llamas, or meerkats.)
ReplyDeleteUnless of course you meant "with witch" since she might be helping you teach said discipleship class to "your pretties, and their little dogs too"
Furthermore, my mental imagery of you gimping and toppling catastrophically was quite entertaining. So thank you for that. Sorry about your shredded trousers, tho. Perhaps you can mend them satisfactorily.