It is midnight on Monday, and in the morning I will surrender the computer to Chris in the St. Kizito office. I want to offer one last message before I head home, but it will be brief since I have to be up very early.
Today I left Gulu and traveled with Chris, George Mike,and Nelly from our staff, along with my friend Teddy, to a small town called Nebbi. It is in the northwestern part of Uganda, near the Nile River and the border with the Democratic Republic of Congo. In the region surrounding Nebbi, there are about 20 St. Kizito students, along wtih a staff member named Cissy.
The journey here was a bit long - about 3 hours. But it was a relatively smooth and comfortable trip, on roads that were thankfully not so bad. Viewing more of the Ugandan countryside was a real treat, as usual. And I will never cease to find amusement in the many vendors who crowd the windows of vehicles that stop in Pakwatch and other trading centers. We were offered (somewhat forcefully, I might add) everything from salt cured fish to groundnuts to carved toys and small stools. I have often been told that it is best to ignore these people selling what they can to make a meager living. But it's really hard to ignore someone who is reaching through the window insisting that you buy their offerings. I was rather pround of myself for getting away with only a small packet of groundnuts.
We arrived in Nebbi in the afternoon and went to Nebbitown Senior Secondary School where Cissy had gathered and fed most of our students in this region. I feel compelled to say that Cissy is quite a wonderful woman. It is so very obvious that she really cares about the students and spends time with them. For the second year in a row, the gathering was well planned and the students were prepared to offer songs, poems, and other creative things. One of the guardians, Jane, offered beautiful opening and closing prayers for the event, and in between them we talked, shared, and heard words of encouragement from our own staff and Caesar, the Deputy Headmaster of the school.
Caesar was a very interesting man, and offered some wonderful ideas about working with the students and the parents to help improve their educations and performance, as well as to help them deal with some of their struggles. In fact, it has really impressed me how willing schools and government education officials are to work in partnership in the northern part of Uganda to help rebuild education and stability for the youth in school. But she is now in school, and had a wonderful bright smile today that she was not shy about using. I pray that she is able to continue to move past her pain and difficulties to find a strong future. I think I am still in shock over hger age. My own daughter is 13 years old, and the thought of her giving birth is as absurd as I can imagine. How sad that there are young girls experiencing such horror so soon in their lives.
For as long as I continue visiting Uganda, I will never be able to understand how life can be so different, so precarious, here in Africa. I have withnessed and heard of so many hardships and conditions that just should not be. But even more amazing to me is the fact that people here manage to rebound from these struggles and keep their faith alive and strong. And they also manage to be welcoming, community minded, and basically happy. I hope that I can absorb and learn some of their resilience.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Surrender
On Friday afternoon , I found myself sitting in the chicken house for about an hour, watching the rain come down in buckets. Indeed, that may seem like a strange place to be during the rain, but I was having a tour of the agricultural work here at St. Monica Vocational Training Centre, led by one of the students, when suddenly the skies opened up – and I do mean suddenly. We ran for the nearest shelter to wait it out, hence the chicken house.
As lightning flashed and thunder roared, there was little else to do but think, (and pray that lightning would not strike us). Since my trip is coming to a close, I took some time to think about what I have been seeing and doing. I admit, I had to laugh a bit at all the amusing moments I have had, including being stuck in the rain. And I had to wonder a bit about how I am able to be somewhere so different and be comfortable and at peace. Because in the last few weeks, I have been quite fine, and felt very much like I am at home. And I think it comes down to one word – surrender.
When one gives in to the way things are and simply “goes with the flow,” things are much easier, and I believe one also sees and experiences more. Trusting in God and believing in our own strength can make nearly anything bearable – and even enjoyable.
So….I can now be heard to say, occasionally, that a cold shower feels good. It’s not better than a hot one, for sure. I still miss the warm water. But I don’t dread the cool and refreshing water in the morning, either.
And I have come to enjoy the African cuisine I partake in here in Uganda. Sure, I would give almost anything for a pizza right now, but that doesn’t mean that the food here is hard to eat. It is actually quite good. In fact, today I had very tasty roasted chicken, homemade fries, and fresh greens for lunch and it was absolutely delicious. Most days, the fare includes beans, greens, rice or posho (grits), cabbage, and fruit – all very fresh. Fish, chicken, or meat may be included in small quantities. It can be monotonous to my American palate, but I have adjusted and am certainly not hungry. Perhaps I am even healthier with the fresh, mostly vegetable diet.
I think most of us have certain sensory things that drive us crazy. For me, it is dirty feet. At the beach, I hate it when sand gets stuck on my feet! But here in Uganda, it is either very, very dusty or very muddy. The roads are not paved, and the rains are heavy. It is essentially impossible to keep feet clean. I have tried wearing socks other years, but the dirt even penetrates them. So I have learned to be content with the feeling, as well as the dust in my hair, on my clothes, etc.
And then there’s electricity ….well, actually, there isn’t electricity. While most homes here do not have power at all, the schools and businesses in town are wired. But the power grid here functions sporadically at best. There have been only one of two days here when power is on all day. Usually, we have only a few hours. Oddly, it doesn’t make a difference to me. I have flashlights if I need them, but often I don’t even know if it is on or off. It was especially amusing this weekend, when Southern Sudan was celebrating its first day as a new country. It is very nearby, and a place where the Sacred Heart sisters have their origin. So we planned to stay up all night watching the festivities on television, beginning with the hoisting of the new flag at midnight Friday. Lo and behold, the power went out at 11 pm. We were sorry to think of missing this historical moment, but nothing could be done so off to bed we went. The next morning the power came back on and we found that the celebration was behind schedule – it hadn’t even started! But as we were watching the preparations for beginning the ceremonies, the power went off again! This time, however, the sisters deemed the event important enough to use precious fuel in the generator, and we tuned in for the birth of a new nation, cheering and rejoicing as much as those we saw on TV.
The timing of events in Southern Sudan represents another point of surrender here. Time is different in Africa. It is common knowledge, and unfortunately accepted way too easily. The flag raising in South Sudan took place about 12 hours later than scheduled. The gathering of St. Kizito students last week was to start at 9, but we began Mass at about 11 with only about one third of the guests present. If we are to meet to begin our daily work at 10, it will likely start sometime after noon. In past years, this has been a major frustration for me here. But I have found that again, surrender is the key. It is this way, and it will not change easily. No amount of stress on my part will make it different, so now I am able to just relax, wait, and let things come as they may – at least most of the time.
Sometimes it is hard for us to be at the mercy of others and follow their ways rather than our own. But I believe that there is great wisdom in the phrase, “When in Rome, do as the Romans.” This is how it should be. In this world there are many countries, and many cultures. There are no right or wrong ones, only differences that make the world an interesting place. For sure there are places where suffering is much more a part of daily life, and it is upon all of us to help bring that to an end. But it should not and cannot be done by making everyone like us, making the world all the same. In order to help those in need, I think it is of utmost importance to surrender to their ways, even experience them if possible. Only then can we truly understand their needs and the best way to help.
It is not our responsibility to give the vulnerable whatever they need, but rather to help them figure out how to get it for themselves. And the best way to do this is to become familiar and comfortable with their situation and their culture.
So I have tried to be Ugandan to the best of my ability for the last few weeks. And I am saddened to think that I have only a few more days here. Tomorrow, I will move to another town, Nebbi, to meet with a number of St. Kizito students there. If last year is any indication, they will be waiting to sing and share poems and thoughts, and it will be a wonderful day. I will be also be meeting my friend, Cissy, who is a member of the St. Kizito staff there – and perhaps even her granddaughter, who is not coincidentally named Laura! And I will continue to surrender to my situation and revel in it until I board the plane bound for home.
But you can be sure I will be stopping for pizza once I arrive in Cleveland!
As lightning flashed and thunder roared, there was little else to do but think, (and pray that lightning would not strike us). Since my trip is coming to a close, I took some time to think about what I have been seeing and doing. I admit, I had to laugh a bit at all the amusing moments I have had, including being stuck in the rain. And I had to wonder a bit about how I am able to be somewhere so different and be comfortable and at peace. Because in the last few weeks, I have been quite fine, and felt very much like I am at home. And I think it comes down to one word – surrender.
When one gives in to the way things are and simply “goes with the flow,” things are much easier, and I believe one also sees and experiences more. Trusting in God and believing in our own strength can make nearly anything bearable – and even enjoyable.
So….I can now be heard to say, occasionally, that a cold shower feels good. It’s not better than a hot one, for sure. I still miss the warm water. But I don’t dread the cool and refreshing water in the morning, either.
And I have come to enjoy the African cuisine I partake in here in Uganda. Sure, I would give almost anything for a pizza right now, but that doesn’t mean that the food here is hard to eat. It is actually quite good. In fact, today I had very tasty roasted chicken, homemade fries, and fresh greens for lunch and it was absolutely delicious. Most days, the fare includes beans, greens, rice or posho (grits), cabbage, and fruit – all very fresh. Fish, chicken, or meat may be included in small quantities. It can be monotonous to my American palate, but I have adjusted and am certainly not hungry. Perhaps I am even healthier with the fresh, mostly vegetable diet.
I think most of us have certain sensory things that drive us crazy. For me, it is dirty feet. At the beach, I hate it when sand gets stuck on my feet! But here in Uganda, it is either very, very dusty or very muddy. The roads are not paved, and the rains are heavy. It is essentially impossible to keep feet clean. I have tried wearing socks other years, but the dirt even penetrates them. So I have learned to be content with the feeling, as well as the dust in my hair, on my clothes, etc.
And then there’s electricity ….well, actually, there isn’t electricity. While most homes here do not have power at all, the schools and businesses in town are wired. But the power grid here functions sporadically at best. There have been only one of two days here when power is on all day. Usually, we have only a few hours. Oddly, it doesn’t make a difference to me. I have flashlights if I need them, but often I don’t even know if it is on or off. It was especially amusing this weekend, when Southern Sudan was celebrating its first day as a new country. It is very nearby, and a place where the Sacred Heart sisters have their origin. So we planned to stay up all night watching the festivities on television, beginning with the hoisting of the new flag at midnight Friday. Lo and behold, the power went out at 11 pm. We were sorry to think of missing this historical moment, but nothing could be done so off to bed we went. The next morning the power came back on and we found that the celebration was behind schedule – it hadn’t even started! But as we were watching the preparations for beginning the ceremonies, the power went off again! This time, however, the sisters deemed the event important enough to use precious fuel in the generator, and we tuned in for the birth of a new nation, cheering and rejoicing as much as those we saw on TV.
The timing of events in Southern Sudan represents another point of surrender here. Time is different in Africa. It is common knowledge, and unfortunately accepted way too easily. The flag raising in South Sudan took place about 12 hours later than scheduled. The gathering of St. Kizito students last week was to start at 9, but we began Mass at about 11 with only about one third of the guests present. If we are to meet to begin our daily work at 10, it will likely start sometime after noon. In past years, this has been a major frustration for me here. But I have found that again, surrender is the key. It is this way, and it will not change easily. No amount of stress on my part will make it different, so now I am able to just relax, wait, and let things come as they may – at least most of the time.
Sometimes it is hard for us to be at the mercy of others and follow their ways rather than our own. But I believe that there is great wisdom in the phrase, “When in Rome, do as the Romans.” This is how it should be. In this world there are many countries, and many cultures. There are no right or wrong ones, only differences that make the world an interesting place. For sure there are places where suffering is much more a part of daily life, and it is upon all of us to help bring that to an end. But it should not and cannot be done by making everyone like us, making the world all the same. In order to help those in need, I think it is of utmost importance to surrender to their ways, even experience them if possible. Only then can we truly understand their needs and the best way to help.
It is not our responsibility to give the vulnerable whatever they need, but rather to help them figure out how to get it for themselves. And the best way to do this is to become familiar and comfortable with their situation and their culture.
So I have tried to be Ugandan to the best of my ability for the last few weeks. And I am saddened to think that I have only a few more days here. Tomorrow, I will move to another town, Nebbi, to meet with a number of St. Kizito students there. If last year is any indication, they will be waiting to sing and share poems and thoughts, and it will be a wonderful day. I will be also be meeting my friend, Cissy, who is a member of the St. Kizito staff there – and perhaps even her granddaughter, who is not coincidentally named Laura! And I will continue to surrender to my situation and revel in it until I board the plane bound for home.
But you can be sure I will be stopping for pizza once I arrive in Cleveland!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Let Freedom Ring!
I know I’m a bit late, but Happy 4th of July!
As you might guess, there were no fireworks here, although the heat lightning was pretty impressive. No baseball, hot dogs, or apple pie either. But still it was a fine day.
In the true spirit of sharing each other’s feast days and celebrations, the Sacred Heart sisters (our hosts) helped us to make the day feel “like home.” We were treated to American pancakes for breakfast, which started the day off very well. Then, together we organized quite a feast for dinner. The fun was actually as much in the planning and preparation as it was in the meal itself!
So for all those who like guacamole, imagine this – homemade guac made from avocados just picked from the tree, with homegrown tomatoes and onions and lemon juice, also just picked. Add homemade hot chips and it was unbelievably good. And it was made even better because we all helped make it. We enjoyed our treat along with many local foods, and the sisters even barbequed for us in the true spirit of the 4th – goat roasted on a charcoal grill!
Father Don and I, along with fellow American Elizabeth, tried to impress the group by singing God Bless America and other patriotic tunes – a valiant effort for sure, but…….
All in all, it was a pretty good 4th of July celebration. Especially since I really don’t care for hot dogs all that much.
As we celebrated the independence of the US, my thoughts were drawn to reflecting on freedom and what it really means. Oddly, it is being away from the US, here in Uganda, that has helped me to really understand the word.
As human beings, we can never be fully free in this life. There will always be needs and obligations that keep us busy or weigh us down. But human freedom is something to which we are all entitled.
I am accustomed to living with the ability to make choices about my life – from what I will eat to the path my life will follow. To quote a major airline, “I am now free to move about the country and the world.” I am free to move through my days and my life with many options and opportunities. Certainly problems arise, life changes, and choices must be made, actions taken or not taken. But I am essentially free to make my own decisions as I live my life.
Yesterday I met with a St. Kizito student named Oscar. He is a formerly abducted child soldier who returned from captivity only to find his family had been killed by the rebels. In explaining his struggles, he told me that his brother, killed in the massacre, had a wife and children. Since he is the only remaining male in the family, he is expected to be responsible for this family. Like many other young people, the war and its many effects have given a burden to Oscar that he is not free to decline. Oscar can barely exist and move forward due to the trauma he has endured, but he is not free to work through his problems without the weight of other responsibilities always rearing their heads. This situation is typical here in war affected Acholiland, where many die from hunger, violence, and illness. Young people are burdened beyond their capabilities even before they finish growing up.
The people here are also not free in terms of health., Mosquitos are everywhere, and most carry malaria. By the time most children are walking they have been infected with the gift that keeps on giving. There is no way yet to avoid this parasite – the freedom to live a healthy life is gone before life really gets started.
Add to this the rapidly rising food prices and shortage of goods. Sugar, a main staple in the Ugandan diet, cost about 1600 schillings per kilogram last year. On Monday, it cost 3000 schillings. But wait, because it gets worse. On Tuesday, the price had reached 5000 schillings! Sugar may not seem so very important, but here many school children are given only tea with sugar for breakfast. Without the sugar there are no calories, and hunger prevails until their late lunch at 1:30 or 2:00.
There is little they can do to help their situation. These people are not really free. Yes, they can make decisions about what to do each day, but the choices are more and more limited every day. They even lack the freedom to speak out about their needs. Their lives are mostly out of their control.
The most frustrating thing for me to accept, however, is that almost no one in the world will accept these people. It is nearly impossible for someone from east central Africa to obtain a visa to travel to the US, and also to many other developed countries. Even for those who have the opportunity, they are not free to see the world.
So as we enjoy yet another year of independence in the USA, let us realize just what that freedom means, and how blessed we are to have it.
As you might guess, there were no fireworks here, although the heat lightning was pretty impressive. No baseball, hot dogs, or apple pie either. But still it was a fine day.
In the true spirit of sharing each other’s feast days and celebrations, the Sacred Heart sisters (our hosts) helped us to make the day feel “like home.” We were treated to American pancakes for breakfast, which started the day off very well. Then, together we organized quite a feast for dinner. The fun was actually as much in the planning and preparation as it was in the meal itself!
So for all those who like guacamole, imagine this – homemade guac made from avocados just picked from the tree, with homegrown tomatoes and onions and lemon juice, also just picked. Add homemade hot chips and it was unbelievably good. And it was made even better because we all helped make it. We enjoyed our treat along with many local foods, and the sisters even barbequed for us in the true spirit of the 4th – goat roasted on a charcoal grill!
Father Don and I, along with fellow American Elizabeth, tried to impress the group by singing God Bless America and other patriotic tunes – a valiant effort for sure, but…….
All in all, it was a pretty good 4th of July celebration. Especially since I really don’t care for hot dogs all that much.
As we celebrated the independence of the US, my thoughts were drawn to reflecting on freedom and what it really means. Oddly, it is being away from the US, here in Uganda, that has helped me to really understand the word.
As human beings, we can never be fully free in this life. There will always be needs and obligations that keep us busy or weigh us down. But human freedom is something to which we are all entitled.
I am accustomed to living with the ability to make choices about my life – from what I will eat to the path my life will follow. To quote a major airline, “I am now free to move about the country and the world.” I am free to move through my days and my life with many options and opportunities. Certainly problems arise, life changes, and choices must be made, actions taken or not taken. But I am essentially free to make my own decisions as I live my life.
Yesterday I met with a St. Kizito student named Oscar. He is a formerly abducted child soldier who returned from captivity only to find his family had been killed by the rebels. In explaining his struggles, he told me that his brother, killed in the massacre, had a wife and children. Since he is the only remaining male in the family, he is expected to be responsible for this family. Like many other young people, the war and its many effects have given a burden to Oscar that he is not free to decline. Oscar can barely exist and move forward due to the trauma he has endured, but he is not free to work through his problems without the weight of other responsibilities always rearing their heads. This situation is typical here in war affected Acholiland, where many die from hunger, violence, and illness. Young people are burdened beyond their capabilities even before they finish growing up.
The people here are also not free in terms of health., Mosquitos are everywhere, and most carry malaria. By the time most children are walking they have been infected with the gift that keeps on giving. There is no way yet to avoid this parasite – the freedom to live a healthy life is gone before life really gets started.
Add to this the rapidly rising food prices and shortage of goods. Sugar, a main staple in the Ugandan diet, cost about 1600 schillings per kilogram last year. On Monday, it cost 3000 schillings. But wait, because it gets worse. On Tuesday, the price had reached 5000 schillings! Sugar may not seem so very important, but here many school children are given only tea with sugar for breakfast. Without the sugar there are no calories, and hunger prevails until their late lunch at 1:30 or 2:00.
There is little they can do to help their situation. These people are not really free. Yes, they can make decisions about what to do each day, but the choices are more and more limited every day. They even lack the freedom to speak out about their needs. Their lives are mostly out of their control.
The most frustrating thing for me to accept, however, is that almost no one in the world will accept these people. It is nearly impossible for someone from east central Africa to obtain a visa to travel to the US, and also to many other developed countries. Even for those who have the opportunity, they are not free to see the world.
So as we enjoy yet another year of independence in the USA, let us realize just what that freedom means, and how blessed we are to have it.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Celebrate Good Times
On Saturday, July 2nd, we held our annual gathering at St. Kizito Counseling Centre in Gulu. It is our tradition to invite St. Kizito students and their parents/guardians to join together for a day of prayer, feasting, and fun. It is a great opportunity to be together, to get to know new faces and reunite with familiar ones.
This year’s celebration was as joy-filled as usual. The ever present rain held off so that we could do everything we hoped, which was a blessing in itself this year.
We began with Mass, complete with a makeshift choir that sounded as good as any well rehearsed group I’ve heard. Even Mzee, our gatesman, joined by acting as conductor for the opening song. (Mzee is a name of respect given to elders – his name is Kenneth but he is affectionately known as Mzee.) Fr. Don told a famous Russian folktale in his homily, with a lesson about the fact that we all have a part in the lives and salvation of each other. It was a fitting message for the day.
The girls of St. Monica’s Girl’s Vocational Centre graciously provided their catering skills to present a feast with both pork and chicken, along with Irish potatoes, cabbage salad, and rice. And of course there was cake to follow! With the food shortage and high costs, schools are reducing their already meager meals for the students. Morning porridge has been reduced to only tea for some, and grain shortages have led to the staple of posho and beans becoming only beans in other schools. (Posho is something similar to grits or polenta, and is a staple here.) It has always been typical for students to receive meat, chicken, or fish only once a week, or even sometimes less frequently. Now even that is threatened. So a meal with both pork and chicken, complete with fixings, is truly a feast in the truest sense of the word. There was praise heard throughout the day for the chance to eat so well.
One of the highlights of the day was the presentation of poems and songs made by some of our students. They are invited to share their thoughts and talents with us, and so many of them did take the chance to deliver their message. We heard words of encouragement and of gratitude, songs of praise to God, and even a riddle for the crowd to try to solve. It always amazes me that these young people are willing to stand in front of their peers and sing or talk with little self-consciousness. I try to imagine the average teen in the USA standing before his class to sing a gospel song, but the image is just too far-fetched. I wish that some of this willingness to find joy in simple things could be bottled!
Perhaps the most interesting moment came when we unpacked a colorful parachute, a gift from our benefactors. The challenge of keeping beach balls bouncing led to a great deal of fun for all ages. So much energy was expended to keep the parachute going, that we had to call for new participants regularly. Mathias was so exuberant that he even tore his pants!
The events were wonderful, but the spirit of the day was really the best part of our celebration. For a few hours, we were together as family – people from opposite sides of the world were joined for one purpose, with one voice. Gratitude and hope were in everyone’s hearts and smiles were everywhere.
Each year, when we hold this gathering, I am overwhelmed by the power of people working together with compassionate hearts. Benefactors offer their support, love, and generosity (along with sweeties and rosaries); our Ugandan staff toils endlessly to make the most of the gifts received from abroad; and our students are given the opportunity to build a stronger future for themselves and their country. Fr. Don and I are the direct recipients of the many words of thanks and kindness, and it is overwhelming and humbling. But really, those words are meant for all who have been part of St. Kizito Foundation.
And all praise and glory for this mission is the Lord’s.
This year’s celebration was as joy-filled as usual. The ever present rain held off so that we could do everything we hoped, which was a blessing in itself this year.
We began with Mass, complete with a makeshift choir that sounded as good as any well rehearsed group I’ve heard. Even Mzee, our gatesman, joined by acting as conductor for the opening song. (Mzee is a name of respect given to elders – his name is Kenneth but he is affectionately known as Mzee.) Fr. Don told a famous Russian folktale in his homily, with a lesson about the fact that we all have a part in the lives and salvation of each other. It was a fitting message for the day.
The girls of St. Monica’s Girl’s Vocational Centre graciously provided their catering skills to present a feast with both pork and chicken, along with Irish potatoes, cabbage salad, and rice. And of course there was cake to follow! With the food shortage and high costs, schools are reducing their already meager meals for the students. Morning porridge has been reduced to only tea for some, and grain shortages have led to the staple of posho and beans becoming only beans in other schools. (Posho is something similar to grits or polenta, and is a staple here.) It has always been typical for students to receive meat, chicken, or fish only once a week, or even sometimes less frequently. Now even that is threatened. So a meal with both pork and chicken, complete with fixings, is truly a feast in the truest sense of the word. There was praise heard throughout the day for the chance to eat so well.
One of the highlights of the day was the presentation of poems and songs made by some of our students. They are invited to share their thoughts and talents with us, and so many of them did take the chance to deliver their message. We heard words of encouragement and of gratitude, songs of praise to God, and even a riddle for the crowd to try to solve. It always amazes me that these young people are willing to stand in front of their peers and sing or talk with little self-consciousness. I try to imagine the average teen in the USA standing before his class to sing a gospel song, but the image is just too far-fetched. I wish that some of this willingness to find joy in simple things could be bottled!
Perhaps the most interesting moment came when we unpacked a colorful parachute, a gift from our benefactors. The challenge of keeping beach balls bouncing led to a great deal of fun for all ages. So much energy was expended to keep the parachute going, that we had to call for new participants regularly. Mathias was so exuberant that he even tore his pants!
The events were wonderful, but the spirit of the day was really the best part of our celebration. For a few hours, we were together as family – people from opposite sides of the world were joined for one purpose, with one voice. Gratitude and hope were in everyone’s hearts and smiles were everywhere.
Each year, when we hold this gathering, I am overwhelmed by the power of people working together with compassionate hearts. Benefactors offer their support, love, and generosity (along with sweeties and rosaries); our Ugandan staff toils endlessly to make the most of the gifts received from abroad; and our students are given the opportunity to build a stronger future for themselves and their country. Fr. Don and I are the direct recipients of the many words of thanks and kindness, and it is overwhelming and humbling. But really, those words are meant for all who have been part of St. Kizito Foundation.
And all praise and glory for this mission is the Lord’s.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Hope
Yesterday I went to school. Today I went to prison. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!
We never really know what will come for us, but what I have come to see in Uganda, and in Kenya as well, is a hope that is really the source of energy for life here.
Life in prison here is about as hopeless as I can imagine. For starters, more than half (sometimes MUCH more) of the inmates are here on remand, awaiting a trial or even a chance to appear before a judge. Only a small portion of the prison populations actually been convicted. The wait can be very long – months, or even years. The conditions are basic, with very limited food, close accommodations, and not much chance for activity. Yet the men we visited today, like the women last week, were as joy-filled and hopeful as can be as we celebrated Mass together. There is a faith in God’s help that guides them toward better things and keeps their hope in a better future alive.
The hope for good and successful futures is also very strong among our students. We visited several schools yesterday and met aspiring doctors, lawyers, nurses, and even a pilot! The opportunity to study, through the kindness of St. Kizito Foundation benefactors, has given hundreds of young Ugandans a reason to hope and plan for a future.
In Kenya, I visited the second largest slum in Africa, Kibera Village, with Mama Margaret, an amazing women who operates Tenderfeet School. This new primary school, supported also by kind benefactors, provides some of the children of Kibera slum with a wonderful school to attend. Not only are they receiving good education, but they are bussed from their homes in Kibera to the school, where they are provided breakfast and lunch along with a very pleasant location including a playground, a very good water well, and crops grown to provide the meals. This is hope fulfilled!
I also have had the blessing of spending two days and one night visiting Kyasira Home of Hope, an orphanage on the shores of Lake Victoria in Uganda. This home, run by the Good Samaritan Sisters, houses and cares for about 50 children, orphans with little hope for even a good meal before being taken in by the Sisters. At Home of Hope, we toured the crop fields, where we saw rows and rows of dying pineapple plants and many diseased cassava plants. Lack of rain and good agricultural products have made it very difficult to provide food for the children.
In fact, in Uganda, the cost of grains, staples, and fish are climbing at an inflation ratepof 23.6% according to the news. Funds are short and food is hard to find. Schools are raising their fees to help cover the cost of food, and some are even closing early.
So it is not easy to hope. But hope prevails.
At Home of Hope, the children, even those who are very small, gather in the chapel in the evening to pray. They drop to their knees to pray the rosary, fighting for the chance to lead a decade. And even the smallest of voices is strong and sure. There is certainly hope alive here.
The children need so much. But it seems to be the mere presence of visitors that is to them the greatest gift. (Of course, the M&M’s don’t hurt!)
Then there is Ronald. Last year he was a vibrant young man of 15. Now, one year later, he is paralyzed from some unknown disease and remains in his dark room alone much of the time. Asked what he wanted, he said a wheelchair and the chance to learn a craft so he can support himself.
Hope does spring eternal for him – a wheelchair has been delivered, along with some drawing and art supplies, for a start. He now has reason to hope that a better life will come.
Hope here is not hope for a life on Easy Street. It is a realistic hope for a way forward, with enough to survive and live a good life. What is needed to hold on to that hope, can be found in the example of the story of Abraham and his barren wife, Sarah. That which seems so very impossible – for them the birth of a child – can be realized if we keep our faith and trust in God. But hope also demands that we do whatever we can to help ourselves and others.
If the childless Abraham and Sarah could have many, many descendants, imagine what is possible here in east central Africa!
We never really know what will come for us, but what I have come to see in Uganda, and in Kenya as well, is a hope that is really the source of energy for life here.
Life in prison here is about as hopeless as I can imagine. For starters, more than half (sometimes MUCH more) of the inmates are here on remand, awaiting a trial or even a chance to appear before a judge. Only a small portion of the prison populations actually been convicted. The wait can be very long – months, or even years. The conditions are basic, with very limited food, close accommodations, and not much chance for activity. Yet the men we visited today, like the women last week, were as joy-filled and hopeful as can be as we celebrated Mass together. There is a faith in God’s help that guides them toward better things and keeps their hope in a better future alive.
The hope for good and successful futures is also very strong among our students. We visited several schools yesterday and met aspiring doctors, lawyers, nurses, and even a pilot! The opportunity to study, through the kindness of St. Kizito Foundation benefactors, has given hundreds of young Ugandans a reason to hope and plan for a future.
In Kenya, I visited the second largest slum in Africa, Kibera Village, with Mama Margaret, an amazing women who operates Tenderfeet School. This new primary school, supported also by kind benefactors, provides some of the children of Kibera slum with a wonderful school to attend. Not only are they receiving good education, but they are bussed from their homes in Kibera to the school, where they are provided breakfast and lunch along with a very pleasant location including a playground, a very good water well, and crops grown to provide the meals. This is hope fulfilled!
I also have had the blessing of spending two days and one night visiting Kyasira Home of Hope, an orphanage on the shores of Lake Victoria in Uganda. This home, run by the Good Samaritan Sisters, houses and cares for about 50 children, orphans with little hope for even a good meal before being taken in by the Sisters. At Home of Hope, we toured the crop fields, where we saw rows and rows of dying pineapple plants and many diseased cassava plants. Lack of rain and good agricultural products have made it very difficult to provide food for the children.
In fact, in Uganda, the cost of grains, staples, and fish are climbing at an inflation ratepof 23.6% according to the news. Funds are short and food is hard to find. Schools are raising their fees to help cover the cost of food, and some are even closing early.
So it is not easy to hope. But hope prevails.
At Home of Hope, the children, even those who are very small, gather in the chapel in the evening to pray. They drop to their knees to pray the rosary, fighting for the chance to lead a decade. And even the smallest of voices is strong and sure. There is certainly hope alive here.
The children need so much. But it seems to be the mere presence of visitors that is to them the greatest gift. (Of course, the M&M’s don’t hurt!)
Then there is Ronald. Last year he was a vibrant young man of 15. Now, one year later, he is paralyzed from some unknown disease and remains in his dark room alone much of the time. Asked what he wanted, he said a wheelchair and the chance to learn a craft so he can support himself.
Hope does spring eternal for him – a wheelchair has been delivered, along with some drawing and art supplies, for a start. He now has reason to hope that a better life will come.
Hope here is not hope for a life on Easy Street. It is a realistic hope for a way forward, with enough to survive and live a good life. What is needed to hold on to that hope, can be found in the example of the story of Abraham and his barren wife, Sarah. That which seems so very impossible – for them the birth of a child – can be realized if we keep our faith and trust in God. But hope also demands that we do whatever we can to help ourselves and others.
If the childless Abraham and Sarah could have many, many descendants, imagine what is possible here in east central Africa!
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Weather is Bad - And That's Good!
As I type this, I am sitting in my room listening to the sound of rain on the roof. It is not a gentle sound, but more like loud drumming. You see, in Uganda, when it rains, it pours. And that has happened for many days in a row here. It’s not all day rainstorms, but usually a few hours each day.
So here I am in Africa, where one thinks usually of hot sunny weather. You might think the rainy weather is a problem, or a disappointment. But in fact, it is a very good thing. Certainly it would be nice to avoid mud puddles deep and wide enough to swim in. And I can’t say I enjoy getting completely soaked and muddy when walking from place to place. The rain also can wreak havoc with an outdoor Ordination Mass! (More on that soon)
Nevertheless, the rain is good. Right now, there is an extreme food shortage, and lack of rain very often contributes in making the food situation go from bad to much, much worse. Here, irrigation is nearly unheard of, since public water systems are almost absent. Water is carried from bore holes, where it is pumped from deep in the ground. Or from streams and small bodies of water. There is often only enough for necessities such as drinking, cooking, and washing. Rainwater collection works wonders in these situations and is one common way of improving water availability. And rain means that the crops are watered and the ground is moist! So I hope that these afternoon “showers” continue, for the sake of the people here and their needs. I just hope it chooses it’s arrival when I am under cover!
Yesterday was perhaps the worst rainstorm I have yet seen here. It began in the middle of the Ordination Mass for the Deacons who have nearly completed their studies at the seminary. As any celebration in Uganda, this one was a major event. It was made more special for us because one of our own, a St. Kizito student, was ordained. Mathew, who has lost both of his parents, was happy to have us present for his big day, and we felt blessed that we were able to see the success of a very nice young man.
The Cathedral here is not big enough for Ordinations, since they are public events attended by a large part of the community, including many of the students in boarding schools. So tents are erected, and tarps are draped over temporary structures to protect people from the heat (or so we thought). The Altar is actually a permanent structure similar to a gazebo, and is raised so all can see well. But the best part of the celebration is that everyone is so filled with joy and energy, the singing is beautiful, and people cheer and clap at the blessing they feel they are receiving in 3 newly ordained deacons. The Mass was very personal and lively.
At some time near the end, the rains came.
It began slowly, but grew and grew until we could no longer hear what was being said on the Altar. I was sitting under the tarps, and along with the many other people there I watched as they began to gather water, and then sag and leak. People moved their chairs to avoid the water dripping, but it seemed the leaks were following! It rained this way for over an hour before anyone could go anywhere!
At first, I thought it a bit sad that such an important day for Mathew and the others was being disturbed by the rain. But as I sat and pondered (not much else I could do because the speeches they began giving were all in Acholi) I decided that this was really much more fitting. Water is one of the sustaining substances in our world. It brings life, cleanliness, relief, and sometimes soothing. And here in Uganda, it is cause for great celebration. So what better way to begin a life of service to God than with water pouring down.
And thankfully, the rain ended and the sun came out in time for the dancing, music, and lunch that is part of the day. It was wonderful to see some of the schools of St. Kizito students present and performing for the event. It was really a very good day.
So let it rain.
So here I am in Africa, where one thinks usually of hot sunny weather. You might think the rainy weather is a problem, or a disappointment. But in fact, it is a very good thing. Certainly it would be nice to avoid mud puddles deep and wide enough to swim in. And I can’t say I enjoy getting completely soaked and muddy when walking from place to place. The rain also can wreak havoc with an outdoor Ordination Mass! (More on that soon)
Nevertheless, the rain is good. Right now, there is an extreme food shortage, and lack of rain very often contributes in making the food situation go from bad to much, much worse. Here, irrigation is nearly unheard of, since public water systems are almost absent. Water is carried from bore holes, where it is pumped from deep in the ground. Or from streams and small bodies of water. There is often only enough for necessities such as drinking, cooking, and washing. Rainwater collection works wonders in these situations and is one common way of improving water availability. And rain means that the crops are watered and the ground is moist! So I hope that these afternoon “showers” continue, for the sake of the people here and their needs. I just hope it chooses it’s arrival when I am under cover!
Yesterday was perhaps the worst rainstorm I have yet seen here. It began in the middle of the Ordination Mass for the Deacons who have nearly completed their studies at the seminary. As any celebration in Uganda, this one was a major event. It was made more special for us because one of our own, a St. Kizito student, was ordained. Mathew, who has lost both of his parents, was happy to have us present for his big day, and we felt blessed that we were able to see the success of a very nice young man.
The Cathedral here is not big enough for Ordinations, since they are public events attended by a large part of the community, including many of the students in boarding schools. So tents are erected, and tarps are draped over temporary structures to protect people from the heat (or so we thought). The Altar is actually a permanent structure similar to a gazebo, and is raised so all can see well. But the best part of the celebration is that everyone is so filled with joy and energy, the singing is beautiful, and people cheer and clap at the blessing they feel they are receiving in 3 newly ordained deacons. The Mass was very personal and lively.
At some time near the end, the rains came.
It began slowly, but grew and grew until we could no longer hear what was being said on the Altar. I was sitting under the tarps, and along with the many other people there I watched as they began to gather water, and then sag and leak. People moved their chairs to avoid the water dripping, but it seemed the leaks were following! It rained this way for over an hour before anyone could go anywhere!
At first, I thought it a bit sad that such an important day for Mathew and the others was being disturbed by the rain. But as I sat and pondered (not much else I could do because the speeches they began giving were all in Acholi) I decided that this was really much more fitting. Water is one of the sustaining substances in our world. It brings life, cleanliness, relief, and sometimes soothing. And here in Uganda, it is cause for great celebration. So what better way to begin a life of service to God than with water pouring down.
And thankfully, the rain ended and the sun came out in time for the dancing, music, and lunch that is part of the day. It was wonderful to see some of the schools of St. Kizito students present and performing for the event. It was really a very good day.
So let it rain.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Heart
One of my professors at St. Mary’s Seminary taught that the opposite of love is a divided heart. We are all created to have a heart only devoted to Jesus, and all other love comes from him. If our heart is divided, it cannot love in the truest sense of the word.
I began my visit to Africa in Nairobi, where I first visited one of St. Kizito’s alumni, Moses. He is a wonderful young man and I consider him as a son. It was a special time for us to be together in his homeland of Kenya for the first time, and special also because I was able to meet the love of his life, as well as his young sister who has been HIV positive since birth and is often in Moses’ care. In our travels and exploration around Nairobi, we saw models of traditional homes, fed a giraffe named Laura (I drew the line at kissing her as the guide suggested!), and viewed government buildings. But the most important stops were to meet many of Moses' relatives. By the end of the short visit, I felt as if I was among family, and the prospect of leaving was sad indeed – for all of us. I pondered the situation, and began to question the wisdom of my professor. I realized that in these encounters and partings, it seems as if we leave a little piece of our heart behind. And we take a small piece of the heart of those we care about with us. The image of a divided heart kept coming to me, and I began to wonder how such a strong feeling of sadness on separating, this heartbreak, could be the opposite of love, since it stemmed from loving each other.
There is a strong sense of unity of the human family in Africa. "We are all family" is not just a casual phrase, but a deep seated reality. Since I left Nairobi, I have reunited with so many others who are “like family.” I have met new people who will also become part of the clan. And I will have to say goodbye to them all as well, as my time here will end soon enough. And this leaving will be followed by a reunion with my husband and children that I long for each day, even as I revel in being here in Uganda.
It all became very clear to me this morning as Fr. Don gave the concluding prayer at Mass. He prayed that we could all join the heart of Christ. And I reflected that Christ, who is the only true love, is also the only heart, and we are all one with him. As we do the work of Christ in the world, we encounter many people, some casually, and others as lasting connections. And we do exchange a bit of our heart with each other, so that ultimately all hearts may be as Christ’s – one with many parts. We give a bit so that we can receive much and experience the true love that is not of us, but for us in Christ.
The mass this morning was the third I had attended in 24 hours. Each of the Masses had a different settings, each had its own characteristics, but all three were very evidently a joining with Christ, one heart and one body. All of the Masses had one thing in common – they were all lively and joyful, Uganda style. The Mass at a girls vocational school brought beautiful singing and joyfully proclaimed readings, even very early in the morning. Mass with the Sacred Heart Sisters in their chapel was small and had a more peaceful joy and sense of togetherness. The celebration at the Women’s Prison was very inspiring. There was a freeing energy to the Mass and a hope that it would never end. Even the guards and matrons were seen swaying to the rhythmic beat of the music. One of our St. Kizito sons was with us - Moses - and he shared deeply with the women at the prison, offering some experiences from the depth of his heart to give them hope.
After the liturgy ended and we shared greetings with one another, one final song exploded into lively dancing - which I just couldn’t resist partaking in! As we all danced and moved among each other, the unity of all, with no concern for background and situation in life, was one of the most amazing experiences I have had. We were truly joining together as the heart of Christ.
In the celebration of the Eucharis, the host, the Body of Christ, is divided and shared in order for the community to be joined in praise. This too is happening to our hearts each day as we live in Jesus’ name.
When I finally return home, I will bring a changed heart. It will carry a small part of everyone I encounter here. It is a blessing.
I began my visit to Africa in Nairobi, where I first visited one of St. Kizito’s alumni, Moses. He is a wonderful young man and I consider him as a son. It was a special time for us to be together in his homeland of Kenya for the first time, and special also because I was able to meet the love of his life, as well as his young sister who has been HIV positive since birth and is often in Moses’ care. In our travels and exploration around Nairobi, we saw models of traditional homes, fed a giraffe named Laura (I drew the line at kissing her as the guide suggested!), and viewed government buildings. But the most important stops were to meet many of Moses' relatives. By the end of the short visit, I felt as if I was among family, and the prospect of leaving was sad indeed – for all of us. I pondered the situation, and began to question the wisdom of my professor. I realized that in these encounters and partings, it seems as if we leave a little piece of our heart behind. And we take a small piece of the heart of those we care about with us. The image of a divided heart kept coming to me, and I began to wonder how such a strong feeling of sadness on separating, this heartbreak, could be the opposite of love, since it stemmed from loving each other.
There is a strong sense of unity of the human family in Africa. "We are all family" is not just a casual phrase, but a deep seated reality. Since I left Nairobi, I have reunited with so many others who are “like family.” I have met new people who will also become part of the clan. And I will have to say goodbye to them all as well, as my time here will end soon enough. And this leaving will be followed by a reunion with my husband and children that I long for each day, even as I revel in being here in Uganda.
It all became very clear to me this morning as Fr. Don gave the concluding prayer at Mass. He prayed that we could all join the heart of Christ. And I reflected that Christ, who is the only true love, is also the only heart, and we are all one with him. As we do the work of Christ in the world, we encounter many people, some casually, and others as lasting connections. And we do exchange a bit of our heart with each other, so that ultimately all hearts may be as Christ’s – one with many parts. We give a bit so that we can receive much and experience the true love that is not of us, but for us in Christ.
The mass this morning was the third I had attended in 24 hours. Each of the Masses had a different settings, each had its own characteristics, but all three were very evidently a joining with Christ, one heart and one body. All of the Masses had one thing in common – they were all lively and joyful, Uganda style. The Mass at a girls vocational school brought beautiful singing and joyfully proclaimed readings, even very early in the morning. Mass with the Sacred Heart Sisters in their chapel was small and had a more peaceful joy and sense of togetherness. The celebration at the Women’s Prison was very inspiring. There was a freeing energy to the Mass and a hope that it would never end. Even the guards and matrons were seen swaying to the rhythmic beat of the music. One of our St. Kizito sons was with us - Moses - and he shared deeply with the women at the prison, offering some experiences from the depth of his heart to give them hope.
After the liturgy ended and we shared greetings with one another, one final song exploded into lively dancing - which I just couldn’t resist partaking in! As we all danced and moved among each other, the unity of all, with no concern for background and situation in life, was one of the most amazing experiences I have had. We were truly joining together as the heart of Christ.
In the celebration of the Eucharis, the host, the Body of Christ, is divided and shared in order for the community to be joined in praise. This too is happening to our hearts each day as we live in Jesus’ name.
When I finally return home, I will bring a changed heart. It will carry a small part of everyone I encounter here. It is a blessing.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Terror in Uganda
Kampala, Uganda…..from Fr. Don Dunson
It was an evening that comes only once in four years. If one was bent on wreaking havoc and terror in a way the whole world might notice, the night of the World Cup Finals was the perfect global stage to act.
Stephen, an employee of St. Kizito Foundation and a dear friend, was at Kyadondo Rugby Club in the heart of Uganda’s sprawling capital city, Kampala. It was one of the many outdoor sites especially prepared for gathering to watch the final match between Spain and The Netherlands.
Suddenly, Stephen was thrown from his seat and hurled across the lawn. Two people seated directly behind him were hurled from their seats into eternity.
It had been a picture perfect last evening for Africa’s first World Cup. There was pride and camaraderie across this continent of over 1 billion people. In an instant the celebration became a nightmare as bombs exploded in two venues where fans had gathered in the thousands. Chaos and fear developed as over 70 lives were claimed, and many more were injured. Many Ugandans immediately suspected Somali involvement in this savage and heinous assault on their fellow countryman and many foreign visitors, including Americans. In Somalia’s capital, Mogadishu, early the morning after the attack, Sheik Yusef Issa, commander of the terrorist group al Shabbab, was quoted as saying, “Uganda is one of our enemies. Whatever makes them cry makes us happy.”
Systematically depriving people of hope has been used throughout history, and is still being used in our day, as a political or military weapon. Oftentimes, in lands of abject poverty, political and ideological elites prey on young people who are adrift in a vast sea of hopelessness. Were these bombers among their numbers? What prompts a human being to act with such deadly and seemingly senseless violence? Is it revenge for a perceived grievance? Ugandan soldiers comprise the lion’s share of the African Union’s peacekeeping forces in Somalia, unquestionably one of the most lawless regions of our world. Was this a retaliatory measure by Somali extremists sending the world a message: “Leave us alone?” Was this massive killing of innocent sports spectators some bizarre form of fanaticism that exalts those daring enough to risk everything?
I sense there is also a mendacity of heart that must settle deep inside those willing to kill indiscriminately in order to promote a cause or a belief they hold more sacred and valuable than human life. Such hardness of heart alone can turn people away from their own humanity and toward becoming unfeeling, efficient killing machines. I have been witness to this destruction of human dignity in working with the formerly abducted child soldiers who have escaped the brutality of the LRA rebellion, a guerilla brigade that refreshes its numbers by kidnapping children. Rebel brigades and terrorist groups attempting to indoctrinate fresh recruits must somehow find a way to obliterate the distinctively human attributes of their new members. Sympathy, compassion and a natural proclivity to connect with other persons in jeopardy are actions that belong innately to human beings. These, above all, must be stamped out if a terrorist or new child soldier is to kill on command, or to strap on a bomb and annihilate themselves and as many others as possible.
Our friend, Stephen Ojok, of the Acholi tribe in Uganda, miraculously survived the deadly bomb blast of July 11th. He invited me to his family’s ancestral home in Gulu just two nights after the attack. In the Acholi way of life, if someone has narrowly escaped death he must come back home to his place of birth, consult with the tribesmen, and connect again with his roots. Then a ritual celebration of life ensues. The whole extended family, together with neighbors and friends, all gather around him. This action is meant to build up his soul precisely so the mendacity of heart of the perpetrators of such violence can never find a home in his heart.
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Stephen Ojok was sitting in the front row, by the large screen, when the first bomb exploded. It is believed that the bomb was only about 5 meters from him. Although his head was grazed by schrapnel, God has blessed him and he is now fine. We ask your prayers for him, and for all those who were victims of such inhuman action.
Be assured that we are all safe - we are about 4 hours north of Kampala and nowhere near the site of the bombing.
It was an evening that comes only once in four years. If one was bent on wreaking havoc and terror in a way the whole world might notice, the night of the World Cup Finals was the perfect global stage to act.
Stephen, an employee of St. Kizito Foundation and a dear friend, was at Kyadondo Rugby Club in the heart of Uganda’s sprawling capital city, Kampala. It was one of the many outdoor sites especially prepared for gathering to watch the final match between Spain and The Netherlands.
Suddenly, Stephen was thrown from his seat and hurled across the lawn. Two people seated directly behind him were hurled from their seats into eternity.
It had been a picture perfect last evening for Africa’s first World Cup. There was pride and camaraderie across this continent of over 1 billion people. In an instant the celebration became a nightmare as bombs exploded in two venues where fans had gathered in the thousands. Chaos and fear developed as over 70 lives were claimed, and many more were injured. Many Ugandans immediately suspected Somali involvement in this savage and heinous assault on their fellow countryman and many foreign visitors, including Americans. In Somalia’s capital, Mogadishu, early the morning after the attack, Sheik Yusef Issa, commander of the terrorist group al Shabbab, was quoted as saying, “Uganda is one of our enemies. Whatever makes them cry makes us happy.”
Systematically depriving people of hope has been used throughout history, and is still being used in our day, as a political or military weapon. Oftentimes, in lands of abject poverty, political and ideological elites prey on young people who are adrift in a vast sea of hopelessness. Were these bombers among their numbers? What prompts a human being to act with such deadly and seemingly senseless violence? Is it revenge for a perceived grievance? Ugandan soldiers comprise the lion’s share of the African Union’s peacekeeping forces in Somalia, unquestionably one of the most lawless regions of our world. Was this a retaliatory measure by Somali extremists sending the world a message: “Leave us alone?” Was this massive killing of innocent sports spectators some bizarre form of fanaticism that exalts those daring enough to risk everything?
I sense there is also a mendacity of heart that must settle deep inside those willing to kill indiscriminately in order to promote a cause or a belief they hold more sacred and valuable than human life. Such hardness of heart alone can turn people away from their own humanity and toward becoming unfeeling, efficient killing machines. I have been witness to this destruction of human dignity in working with the formerly abducted child soldiers who have escaped the brutality of the LRA rebellion, a guerilla brigade that refreshes its numbers by kidnapping children. Rebel brigades and terrorist groups attempting to indoctrinate fresh recruits must somehow find a way to obliterate the distinctively human attributes of their new members. Sympathy, compassion and a natural proclivity to connect with other persons in jeopardy are actions that belong innately to human beings. These, above all, must be stamped out if a terrorist or new child soldier is to kill on command, or to strap on a bomb and annihilate themselves and as many others as possible.
Our friend, Stephen Ojok, of the Acholi tribe in Uganda, miraculously survived the deadly bomb blast of July 11th. He invited me to his family’s ancestral home in Gulu just two nights after the attack. In the Acholi way of life, if someone has narrowly escaped death he must come back home to his place of birth, consult with the tribesmen, and connect again with his roots. Then a ritual celebration of life ensues. The whole extended family, together with neighbors and friends, all gather around him. This action is meant to build up his soul precisely so the mendacity of heart of the perpetrators of such violence can never find a home in his heart.
_________________________
Stephen Ojok was sitting in the front row, by the large screen, when the first bomb exploded. It is believed that the bomb was only about 5 meters from him. Although his head was grazed by schrapnel, God has blessed him and he is now fine. We ask your prayers for him, and for all those who were victims of such inhuman action.
Be assured that we are all safe - we are about 4 hours north of Kampala and nowhere near the site of the bombing.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A Tribute and a Wish
Just before we left for Uganda, the St. Kizito family was struck by the tragic and unexpected death of the mother of one of our original students. Usuman Ssempa was actually the young man that planted the seeds in the heart of Fr. Donald Dunson that eventually grew to be St. Kizito Foundation. He is currently studying for a Masters degree, and remains one of our scholars – and a fine, bright, loving and joyful person. His mother, Hazidah Nakinyingi, recently suffered from a kidney ailment that claimed her life too soon.
Both Fr. Don and I were aquainted with Hazidah and had spent some happy and memorable times with her, including a wonderful dinner last summer. Although she spoke no English, we all communicated well and had many laughs. Hazidah was impressed that I was wearing “trousers” and announced her plans to follow suit. She also claimed that she was ready to be baptized just as her son was last summer.
But the most special thing we shared with her was a deep love for Usuman. She was so grateful for Fr. Don in her son’s life! And surprisingly, she was very happy that her son had a “second mother” to love him. Here in Uganda, everything is shared!!!
When we spoke to Stephen, our staff member and good friend to Usuman, he was also saddened – certainly by the loss, but equally by the fact that Hazidah could have been treated. His words to me were really an eye-opener. He said, “If we lived anywhere else in the world, she wouldn’t have died. But here in Uganda we don’t have proper medical care.” Although this is something many people in the world are aware of, it really changes things when we are talking about a friend rather than a statistic. How can it be that we can’t manage to provide basic and reasonable health care for everyone? How is it acceptable to allow such discrepancies and differences to exist? We can send men into space and make circuits and devices that cannot be seen by naked eye, but we can’t find a way to balance the world’s distribution of basic life necessities, and this is painful to realize – especially in such a personal way.
So I would like to offer a tribute to Hazidah Nakinyingi – kind woman, hard worker, and most of all amazing, loving mother. May she rest in peace in the kingdom of God.
I also express a wish – one that MUST come true. I wish and hope that the future brings balance and compassion to the way we as human beings care for each other and connect with each other, so that everyone has enough and no one suffers simply because of where they live.
Both Fr. Don and I were aquainted with Hazidah and had spent some happy and memorable times with her, including a wonderful dinner last summer. Although she spoke no English, we all communicated well and had many laughs. Hazidah was impressed that I was wearing “trousers” and announced her plans to follow suit. She also claimed that she was ready to be baptized just as her son was last summer.
But the most special thing we shared with her was a deep love for Usuman. She was so grateful for Fr. Don in her son’s life! And surprisingly, she was very happy that her son had a “second mother” to love him. Here in Uganda, everything is shared!!!
When we spoke to Stephen, our staff member and good friend to Usuman, he was also saddened – certainly by the loss, but equally by the fact that Hazidah could have been treated. His words to me were really an eye-opener. He said, “If we lived anywhere else in the world, she wouldn’t have died. But here in Uganda we don’t have proper medical care.” Although this is something many people in the world are aware of, it really changes things when we are talking about a friend rather than a statistic. How can it be that we can’t manage to provide basic and reasonable health care for everyone? How is it acceptable to allow such discrepancies and differences to exist? We can send men into space and make circuits and devices that cannot be seen by naked eye, but we can’t find a way to balance the world’s distribution of basic life necessities, and this is painful to realize – especially in such a personal way.
So I would like to offer a tribute to Hazidah Nakinyingi – kind woman, hard worker, and most of all amazing, loving mother. May she rest in peace in the kingdom of God.
I also express a wish – one that MUST come true. I wish and hope that the future brings balance and compassion to the way we as human beings care for each other and connect with each other, so that everyone has enough and no one suffers simply because of where they live.
We Are Family
Saturday was a day of great celebration for St. Kizito Foundation. At St. Joseph Primary School in Nsambya, we gathered the students, parents, and guardians from the Kampala region for a meeting/celebration. Nearly 80 people were in attendance, including very young primary school students, many secondary school students, former students, and friends. There were several people present who were among the first scholars in 2001, as well as a few very new students, and some that hope to be in the future.
Wow!!!! It was truly a special day, filled with the presence of God, and also with the presence of those who were absent – all of our benefactors and friends in the US. There was an overwhelming expression of gratitude and a realization of the great gift of solidarity and connection that our students feel toward the many, many people who have reached out to St. Kizito Foundation. As they say in northern Uganda – apoyo matek - thank you very much!
Throughout the day, I felt a deep sense of something very special – a sense that we are family. This seems so cliché, but for those of us gathered, it was much more real. And it is our hope that it will be ever more real for all who are part of St. Kizito Foundation, in any way. It is nothing new to say that in this world we are all one family under God. But as we gathered, we truly saw and felt what that means in a new way. Admittedly, it is not the first time we have discovered the bonds that have been created by our ministry, with God’s grace and help. Nevertheless, it was a unique, affirming, and somewhat overwhelming realization. Simple scholarship – money given to pay a tuition – is not enough for the vulnerable children that we support. They seek to belong, to be loved, to know that they are important and have reason to hope. Many seek the family they don’t have. And in our gathering, it was very clear that we are looked upon as parents and family – and this is what makes the ministry of St. Kizito Foundation different for our scholars.
The most important part of the day, like any occasion, was the wonderful lunch that was provided for those gathered. For students (and parents) who usually have only the simplest, smallest meals, the feast of both meat and chicken, greens, peas, rice, potatoes, matooke (a mashed plaintain type dish cooked in banana leaves), posho (something like cornmeal mush and a staple for school children), and ice cold soda pop was fit for royalty or special holidays (even if we did eat it all with our fingers!). Rosaries and M&M’s from Cleveland were the icing on the cake!
For sure the day was more than a meeting or gathering to discuss issues and concerns. It was a family reunion – filled with hugs, expressions of love, fun, laughter, prayer, and lots of group photos. Because we really are family.
Wow!!!! It was truly a special day, filled with the presence of God, and also with the presence of those who were absent – all of our benefactors and friends in the US. There was an overwhelming expression of gratitude and a realization of the great gift of solidarity and connection that our students feel toward the many, many people who have reached out to St. Kizito Foundation. As they say in northern Uganda – apoyo matek - thank you very much!
Throughout the day, I felt a deep sense of something very special – a sense that we are family. This seems so cliché, but for those of us gathered, it was much more real. And it is our hope that it will be ever more real for all who are part of St. Kizito Foundation, in any way. It is nothing new to say that in this world we are all one family under God. But as we gathered, we truly saw and felt what that means in a new way. Admittedly, it is not the first time we have discovered the bonds that have been created by our ministry, with God’s grace and help. Nevertheless, it was a unique, affirming, and somewhat overwhelming realization. Simple scholarship – money given to pay a tuition – is not enough for the vulnerable children that we support. They seek to belong, to be loved, to know that they are important and have reason to hope. Many seek the family they don’t have. And in our gathering, it was very clear that we are looked upon as parents and family – and this is what makes the ministry of St. Kizito Foundation different for our scholars.
The most important part of the day, like any occasion, was the wonderful lunch that was provided for those gathered. For students (and parents) who usually have only the simplest, smallest meals, the feast of both meat and chicken, greens, peas, rice, potatoes, matooke (a mashed plaintain type dish cooked in banana leaves), posho (something like cornmeal mush and a staple for school children), and ice cold soda pop was fit for royalty or special holidays (even if we did eat it all with our fingers!). Rosaries and M&M’s from Cleveland were the icing on the cake!
For sure the day was more than a meeting or gathering to discuss issues and concerns. It was a family reunion – filled with hugs, expressions of love, fun, laughter, prayer, and lots of group photos. Because we really are family.
Familiar Faces, Familiar Places
Greetings from Uganda! We arrived safely here on Wednesday evening and had a happy and boisterous reunion at the airport. Stephen, one of our St. Kizito staff/family, as well as Sr. Rosemary and her sister were there to welcome us with flowers, open arms, and lots of hugs and joyful noises! We’ve been here only a few days, but it seems as if we have already done so much – it has been a very busy schedule so far. In order to catch up, I am writing several short blogs rather than one overly long one. Please look through them all. In a short time, there is much to tell.
It is amazing just how much this country feels like home away from home. Not that it is anything like Ohio! And there are so many things that are just so different and so very critical (like not sticking your toothbrush under the faucet instinctively….). Still, it feels so very familiar, and it is easy to fall into the rhythm of life here. The unique smell of Uganda (not a bad odor, but different); the tastes of foods that are fresher, simpler, but still good; walking nearly everywhere and the always frightening boda boda rides (motorcycle taxis).
Most important, though, are the familiar faces. It is an amazing blessing to have good friends here, on the opposite side of the world from our home. It makes the world truly feel small, yet so big because we can’t connect the two “homes” and bring everyone together. Our many friends – family really – send their greetings and love to all of you, as well as their gratitude for sharing us.
And it is really these friends who make the ministry of the St. Kizito Foundation so strong. We have often said that the people of Uganda are wonderful, amazing, loving, welcoming, resilient and joyful. But I will say it again because it stands out boldly again as we spend time with our St. Kizito scholars and friends here in Uganda. Today we had a celebration with many of our students – but I will tell you more about that later. This evening, we had a wonderful Chinese meal (go figure) with Stephen and two long-time students who have become more like a son and a daughter. Henry is a quiet, crafty, and very endearing young man who had us roaring with laughter most of the evening. And Teddy is a very poised, intelligent, expressive and loving young woman who brings joy wherever she is. And of course Stephen is a former student who now administers the southern region of Uganda for St. Kizito. He is very intelligent as well, and very organized – he is most helpful in making things happen and getting us where we need or want to go, but he can also be just a big kid when we are relaxing and having fun.
Even more amazing are the familiar faces that we don’t really know. It seems that Ugandans really remember people well. Everywhere we go there are people who remember us and are very happy to see us again. It is really something special – or more accurately the people really, truly are special. It is good to be in Uganda.
It is amazing just how much this country feels like home away from home. Not that it is anything like Ohio! And there are so many things that are just so different and so very critical (like not sticking your toothbrush under the faucet instinctively….). Still, it feels so very familiar, and it is easy to fall into the rhythm of life here. The unique smell of Uganda (not a bad odor, but different); the tastes of foods that are fresher, simpler, but still good; walking nearly everywhere and the always frightening boda boda rides (motorcycle taxis).
Most important, though, are the familiar faces. It is an amazing blessing to have good friends here, on the opposite side of the world from our home. It makes the world truly feel small, yet so big because we can’t connect the two “homes” and bring everyone together. Our many friends – family really – send their greetings and love to all of you, as well as their gratitude for sharing us.
And it is really these friends who make the ministry of the St. Kizito Foundation so strong. We have often said that the people of Uganda are wonderful, amazing, loving, welcoming, resilient and joyful. But I will say it again because it stands out boldly again as we spend time with our St. Kizito scholars and friends here in Uganda. Today we had a celebration with many of our students – but I will tell you more about that later. This evening, we had a wonderful Chinese meal (go figure) with Stephen and two long-time students who have become more like a son and a daughter. Henry is a quiet, crafty, and very endearing young man who had us roaring with laughter most of the evening. And Teddy is a very poised, intelligent, expressive and loving young woman who brings joy wherever she is. And of course Stephen is a former student who now administers the southern region of Uganda for St. Kizito. He is very intelligent as well, and very organized – he is most helpful in making things happen and getting us where we need or want to go, but he can also be just a big kid when we are relaxing and having fun.
Even more amazing are the familiar faces that we don’t really know. It seems that Ugandans really remember people well. Everywhere we go there are people who remember us and are very happy to see us again. It is really something special – or more accurately the people really, truly are special. It is good to be in Uganda.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
No Options
Today is Good Friday. For many, it is a day of fasting, abstaining, and sacrifice. This brings to mind one of the best descriptions I have heard of what it means to be poor. Being poor means having no options. What a truly accurate description this is! It encompasses financial and material poverty for sure, but also spiritual poverty, lack of love and nurture, and so many other ways that even the wealthy can be poor.
After spending time with our brothers and sisters who are truly, unavoidably poor in Uganda, I begin to see what it truly means to fast on this Good Friday, and what the purpose of Lenten practices are. Today, for one day, many of us accept a slice of life with no options. While the choices still really exist for us, we choose to ignore them and endure perhaps a growling stomach, or that overwhelming desire for the chocolate bar! It is like opening ourselves up to knowing what it is like to be poor. Perhaps this is why, according to Scripture, "Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the kingdom of God." When we can open ourselves up to the risk of truly letting go and becoming poor - accepting the experience of having no options, even if it is temporary and voluntary - we truly begin to understand what it means to be human.
Today is also a day to reflect on the journey of Jesus to Calvary and the cross. In this incredible, necessary, sad and glorious walk, Jesus shows us the sides of humanity that we all face but would glady avoid. Everyone falls sometimes, in one way or another, just as Jesus fell three times on the way to his crucifixion. We are all poor and struggling in some way.Simon of Cyrene is the stranger who helps Jesus carry the cross. What an example for us to reflect on and strive for. We are all capagle of reaching out to those in need as Simon did - of taking risks to help alleviate others' suffering. But we are often too wrapped up in our own lives and problems to reach out or give thought, real thought, to others who are suffering. Keep in mind that Simon simply helped Jesus carry something, and through this simple action he contributed to the salvation of humanity. He did something profound by performing a simple task for someone else.
In Uganda, as in many places of the world, a torrent of unending struggles are the cross people bear. Many Ugandans, often children, have actually been crucified by the rebel war and it's aftermath. With all they have faced, it would seem so easy to succumb to despair and defeat. But they seem to rise above rather than giving in to a living death. They are so strong, even in their vulnerability. One thing I notices after spending some time there is that these people replace anger with
gratitude, hatred with forgiveness, rejection with love, fear with true and deep faith. It is in this choice, a choice to survive and live, that they are wealthy!And it is amazing how much better life can be when letting go of that which must be, that which cannot be changed, and living gratefully with the gifts you are given.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Washing Each Other's Feet
Tonight, we begin the celebration of a very holy week, the most important events of our Christian faith. We begin with a beautiful celebration of service in the washing of the feet. In our own community prayers tonight we will recall the loving act that Jesus performed for his disciples - an act that even a slave could not be forced to perform in Jesus' time.
After spending time in Africa, I can begin to understand just how humble and difficult an act this footwashing might have been. I have never seen feet as dirty as I saw in Uganda, and I remember well just how hard it was to wash the red dirt from my own feet. In Jesus' time and homeland, it likely was very much the same. Open sandals were common, and feet must have become very dirty after so much walking. The task of washing the disciples' feet was certainly not a joyous task, nothing like the trickle of water we see poured symbolically at our celebrations on Holy Thursday.
Jesus performed this act out of love for his disciples - and I am sure he looked into thier eyes as he did so, reflecting that love to them in their last moments together. What a moment this must have been for the disciples.
Looking into the eyes of the other is a very telling act. The connection is strong and deep, and we see so much there. We see the strengths and weaknesses, joys and sorrows radiating from the eyes we gaze into. And often we see something of our own truest self as well. I confess that as I gazed into the eyes of the people I met in Uganda, our St. Kizito family, I discovered a new humility. I often felt guilty as I talked to these friends, because I know how much more I have and how much less I suffer in my life. And I began to recognized on a deeper level how much we are all responsible for each other. Amazingly, the only thing I felt radiating from the eyes of these wonderful friends was pure love!
I offer two photos for you to reflect on in the coming days. The first shows a child who has experienced only poverty, war, and other struggles that breed difficulty and despair. The second is a small child who lives in one of the poorest places in the world. But she is beaming, because she has just received a religious medal sent with us from Northeast Ohio! Someone in the world loves her, and this is all she needs to be happy. Look into the eyes of these two young girls, and see the face of Jesus there. Imagine washing thier feet, loving them out of despair and into a happy childhood. Feel the joy and grace that only this loving service can bring. 
I also offer this reflection for today.
Fr. Donald Dunson has a sayng that is so very inspirational and powerful. He that the single most important task that we have in life is to become a skillful practitioner in the art of loving the way Jesus loved. And in this week, we see that love in all its glory.
Pope John XXIII has given us a way to practice the love our faith calls us to. He suggested that we do three simple things: Observe, Judge, Act
Our faith is a lived faith, a call to be the image of God as we were created. In the Passion of our Lord we see the action we are meant to be a part of.
This summer I had the opportunity to visit the small villlage of Attiak, where the photo of the happy little girl was taken. On a particularly hot and dusty day, I was in the small village, where the worst had been thrown at the people young and old alike. This village has endured violent attacks by rebels, devastatingly destructive weather, disease, famine, and drought. Their crop fields are brown, the well is often dry, and their church is riddled with bullet holes. The day I visited, I helped feed the village children bread and tea – probably the only food they had that day. I prayed with sick children in a small clinic, I spoke to a new mother whose hand was rotting and whose baby was obviously ill. And then I sat in the dirt with the children and talked with them– with two translators! They all wanted to touch me and to be touched. And they sang for me – and the songs were about Jesus and love. On the long road home that day, I reflected on the experience, and I realized that I had seen the face of God in each of the people I met, and most especially in the children. The whole Passion story had played out before me – the innocent suffering, the difficult life, the death of earthly hope for comfort and security, but also the rising above out of love for the God who is love. And I knew that God’s love was calling me to be that love in this world, as he calls each of us.
This week, we all have the opportunity to really enter into the Passion of our Lord, and the mystery of our faith. If we can take the time to observe the prayers and practices of the week – the celebration of service on Holy Thursday, the stark emptiness of Good Friday, our movement from darkenss to light at the Easter Vigil, and the abundant joy of Easter Sunday, and if we can also observe the world around us; if we judge the call our God is making to us, if we reflect on what we see, hear, and pray; and if we act in faith and love the way Jesus did, then what a week it will be!
After spending time in Africa, I can begin to understand just how humble and difficult an act this footwashing might have been. I have never seen feet as dirty as I saw in Uganda, and I remember well just how hard it was to wash the red dirt from my own feet. In Jesus' time and homeland, it likely was very much the same. Open sandals were common, and feet must have become very dirty after so much walking. The task of washing the disciples' feet was certainly not a joyous task, nothing like the trickle of water we see poured symbolically at our celebrations on Holy Thursday.
Jesus performed this act out of love for his disciples - and I am sure he looked into thier eyes as he did so, reflecting that love to them in their last moments together. What a moment this must have been for the disciples.
Looking into the eyes of the other is a very telling act. The connection is strong and deep, and we see so much there. We see the strengths and weaknesses, joys and sorrows radiating from the eyes we gaze into. And often we see something of our own truest self as well. I confess that as I gazed into the eyes of the people I met in Uganda, our St. Kizito family, I discovered a new humility. I often felt guilty as I talked to these friends, because I know how much more I have and how much less I suffer in my life. And I began to recognized on a deeper level how much we are all responsible for each other. Amazingly, the only thing I felt radiating from the eyes of these wonderful friends was pure love!
I offer two photos for you to reflect on in the coming days. The first shows a child who has experienced only poverty, war, and other struggles that breed difficulty and despair. The second is a small child who lives in one of the poorest places in the world. But she is beaming, because she has just received a religious medal sent with us from Northeast Ohio! Someone in the world loves her, and this is all she needs to be happy. Look into the eyes of these two young girls, and see the face of Jesus there. Imagine washing thier feet, loving them out of despair and into a happy childhood. Feel the joy and grace that only this loving service can bring. 
I also offer this reflection for today.
Fr. Donald Dunson has a sayng that is so very inspirational and powerful. He that the single most important task that we have in life is to become a skillful practitioner in the art of loving the way Jesus loved. And in this week, we see that love in all its glory.
Pope John XXIII has given us a way to practice the love our faith calls us to. He suggested that we do three simple things: Observe, Judge, Act
Our faith is a lived faith, a call to be the image of God as we were created. In the Passion of our Lord we see the action we are meant to be a part of.
This summer I had the opportunity to visit the small villlage of Attiak, where the photo of the happy little girl was taken. On a particularly hot and dusty day, I was in the small village, where the worst had been thrown at the people young and old alike. This village has endured violent attacks by rebels, devastatingly destructive weather, disease, famine, and drought. Their crop fields are brown, the well is often dry, and their church is riddled with bullet holes. The day I visited, I helped feed the village children bread and tea – probably the only food they had that day. I prayed with sick children in a small clinic, I spoke to a new mother whose hand was rotting and whose baby was obviously ill. And then I sat in the dirt with the children and talked with them– with two translators! They all wanted to touch me and to be touched. And they sang for me – and the songs were about Jesus and love. On the long road home that day, I reflected on the experience, and I realized that I had seen the face of God in each of the people I met, and most especially in the children. The whole Passion story had played out before me – the innocent suffering, the difficult life, the death of earthly hope for comfort and security, but also the rising above out of love for the God who is love. And I knew that God’s love was calling me to be that love in this world, as he calls each of us.
This week, we all have the opportunity to really enter into the Passion of our Lord, and the mystery of our faith. If we can take the time to observe the prayers and practices of the week – the celebration of service on Holy Thursday, the stark emptiness of Good Friday, our movement from darkenss to light at the Easter Vigil, and the abundant joy of Easter Sunday, and if we can also observe the world around us; if we judge the call our God is making to us, if we reflect on what we see, hear, and pray; and if we act in faith and love the way Jesus did, then what a week it will be!
Friday, February 5, 2010
6 Months Later
Hello to our readers, new and old. It has been about 6 months since we returned from Uganda – and oddly about 6 months until we return there. Yes, I am indeed planning to go back this summer.
Blogging from Uganda was difficult, primarily because of the poor internet service. As those of you who read the blog this summer know, I wasn’t able to add much near the end of our trip. But I have decided to resurrect this site, and to use it as a place to share stories from St. Kizito throughout the year. We will keep you posted on events happening here and in Uganda, tell you about our students, and share some of our reflections as well. We hope it will be enjoyable to everyone.
I’d like to reflect a bit on how it feels to be home, six months later. First of all, I think these feelings are unique to each person, but I have also found that many people who have been to the east central region of Africa have similar “conversions.”
As I mentioned, I am definitely going back. Often. In fact, right now I have a very strong longing to be there. This is not to say that I want to move permanently to Uganda, or that I happily spend time away from my family and friends. But I truly miss Uganda, too. When I think about heading back there, I do not remember the long flights, the dirty red feet, the cold showers, or the roasted ants for dinner (which I was not brave enough to eat!) I remember the peace in being there, the simplicity, and most of all the people. For everything they do not have, there is love to make up for it. And for the record, even when I was there, I knew I would return. It is not simply a longing to see my friends there. Somehow, something gets into your soul – there is an unbreakable connection that forms once you’ve been there.
But the friends……
I do miss them so much. But the people we encounter in Uganda are unforgettable and
such a blessing. I have recently been in contact with Teddy, pictured here with Sr. Onesta at our St. Kizito gathering this summer. Teddy is a dear young woman, and has been one of our students. She wants to study the business side of medicine, and had applied for a program in Uganda. Unfortunately, she has no experience. In Uganda, Masters level studies often require that one has worked in the area already – so she was not accepted. Teddy was living on her own in Uganda and struggling to make ends meet, so she has returned to her family in Rwanda for the time being. She is still her joyful, loving self – she even writes emails in such a distinct way that I can almost hear her voice!
One of the most rewarding things about spending time in Uganda is that I now have real connections to the people there, and to their rhythms of life. We are able to share and communicate with each other and work together in a more real way. Today, I am feeling the excitement and tension as the students prepare for a new school year to start. Unlike American schools, their school year follows the calendar year. Monday, February 1st marks the first day of school for them, and preparations are well underway. Our students and parents have gathered to plan for the term and to pray for success in their studies. We hope that you will pray along with them!
Blogging from Uganda was difficult, primarily because of the poor internet service. As those of you who read the blog this summer know, I wasn’t able to add much near the end of our trip. But I have decided to resurrect this site, and to use it as a place to share stories from St. Kizito throughout the year. We will keep you posted on events happening here and in Uganda, tell you about our students, and share some of our reflections as well. We hope it will be enjoyable to everyone.
I’d like to reflect a bit on how it feels to be home, six months later. First of all, I think these feelings are unique to each person, but I have also found that many people who have been to the east central region of Africa have similar “conversions.”
As I mentioned, I am definitely going back. Often. In fact, right now I have a very strong longing to be there. This is not to say that I want to move permanently to Uganda, or that I happily spend time away from my family and friends. But I truly miss Uganda, too. When I think about heading back there, I do not remember the long flights, the dirty red feet, the cold showers, or the roasted ants for dinner (which I was not brave enough to eat!) I remember the peace in being there, the simplicity, and most of all the people. For everything they do not have, there is love to make up for it. And for the record, even when I was there, I knew I would return. It is not simply a longing to see my friends there. Somehow, something gets into your soul – there is an unbreakable connection that forms once you’ve been there.
But the friends……
I do miss them so much. But the people we encounter in Uganda are unforgettable and
such a blessing. I have recently been in contact with Teddy, pictured here with Sr. Onesta at our St. Kizito gathering this summer. Teddy is a dear young woman, and has been one of our students. She wants to study the business side of medicine, and had applied for a program in Uganda. Unfortunately, she has no experience. In Uganda, Masters level studies often require that one has worked in the area already – so she was not accepted. Teddy was living on her own in Uganda and struggling to make ends meet, so she has returned to her family in Rwanda for the time being. She is still her joyful, loving self – she even writes emails in such a distinct way that I can almost hear her voice!
One of the most rewarding things about spending time in Uganda is that I now have real connections to the people there, and to their rhythms of life. We are able to share and communicate with each other and work together in a more real way. Today, I am feeling the excitement and tension as the students prepare for a new school year to start. Unlike American schools, their school year follows the calendar year. Monday, February 1st marks the first day of school for them, and preparations are well underway. Our students and parents have gathered to plan for the term and to pray for success in their studies. We hope that you will pray along with them!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Sightseeing
Just a quick blog today, as I am running out of internet minutes and also need to go back "home" to learn how to make mendazi - like donuts but better!
We traveled to Paraa during the last two days to do some sightseeing. Our original plan was to spend one day viewing Murchison Falls and a second on a game drive. As often happens here, our plans were rearranged. We were unable to find accomodations for two nights, so we spent one there and chose the game drive. Excellent choice! We went on a safari through the Ugandan game park, the savannah where many wild animals make their home. Our guide, Charles, was awesome. He found every animal that can be seen in this area. We were about 40 feet away from a pride of lions and even saw two females get into a spat!
We also were very, very lcose to a few elephants - they are huge here! Giraffe's were plenty, and many other animals, including spotting two leopards. Our freind Paul, who accompanied us, said it was the best game drive he's been on.
We also had the opportunity to have dinner wiht a hippo. As we sat outside of a canteen having Nile Specials and dinner (goat stew) we were joined by a hippo who was also having a dinner of grass nearby. It was amazing. We all forgot to be afraid.
We are back home now, in Gulu, and will be enjoying the 4th Ugandan style.
Blessings to all of you.
We traveled to Paraa during the last two days to do some sightseeing. Our original plan was to spend one day viewing Murchison Falls and a second on a game drive. As often happens here, our plans were rearranged. We were unable to find accomodations for two nights, so we spent one there and chose the game drive. Excellent choice! We went on a safari through the Ugandan game park, the savannah where many wild animals make their home. Our guide, Charles, was awesome. He found every animal that can be seen in this area. We were about 40 feet away from a pride of lions and even saw two females get into a spat!
We also were very, very lcose to a few elephants - they are huge here! Giraffe's were plenty, and many other animals, including spotting two leopards. Our freind Paul, who accompanied us, said it was the best game drive he's been on.
We also had the opportunity to have dinner wiht a hippo. As we sat outside of a canteen having Nile Specials and dinner (goat stew) we were joined by a hippo who was also having a dinner of grass nearby. It was amazing. We all forgot to be afraid.
We are back home now, in Gulu, and will be enjoying the 4th Ugandan style.
Blessings to all of you.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
It's Always Something
One sad observation I have made here is that there seems to be no end to the overwhelming difficulties the people of Uganda face - particularly in the villages and in the north. The war has plagued the northern section of the country for over 20 years. Although cessation of hostilities is coming upon its third anniversary, the people here are only just beginning to have enough confidence in their safety to begin to move back to their lives outside of the Internally Displaced Persons camps. It is, in fact, rather interesting to be here now, as the closely packed huts are vacated and people move to homesteads and more comfortable living conditions. There is even a ritual to the process of moving away from the IDP camps. If a family feels confident in leaving and comfortable that they will be fine, they remove the roof of their IDP hut and knock the walls down, leaving a very distinct remnant of their stay.
The camps we have visited are filled with such symbols of a new beginning. But some do not feel certain that they will make it at home. These families leave their hut standing, often moving from IDP to homestead and back many times until they are ready to make a permanent move.
There is reason for concern about the future. This year, as the movement away from camps has been happening, it has been particularly dry here. Crops are not growing, and often are drying up completely. We had the opportunity to go to Atiak with some Sisters from St. Monica’s who are attempting to build another Girls Tailoring School there. They had recently gone to plant some crops on the large plot of land, but when we arrived, we found that the entire field was completely dry and brown. Not a single plant remained alive, and there was no hope to save anything. This frustration is also devastating the people here and in many areas of Uganda. I believe most of the people rely on producing their own foods, with only small supplements added to the crops they can grow. When the climate cooperates, the food is abundant and provides for the family and also for some income from selling the excess. But this is not working during the drought. The day before we visited Atiak, 2 people died of hunger in the small village. They were the most recent among others who have not been able to withstand the extreme hunger, and they will likely not be the last.
Happily, from the generosity of some of our friends in the US, we came with money to be used specifically for feeding those in need, so we arrived there with bread and a donut for each child. They were given tea as well, and it was a great feast! Fr. Arnold, the priest there, said that it would likely be the only meal of the day for the children. Along the hot and very bumpy journey to Atiak, we also bought 100 pounds each of rice and beans to help feed the community. This experience, along with many others we are having each day, gives a whole new meaning to the call from the Gospel to feed the hungry.
We have all come to appreciate food very much, and water as well. We eat small portions, mostly by choice, because it is hard to be living among those who suffer and not share in their plight. There is no shortage of food at our table each meal, thanks to the very kind Sisters of the Sacred Heart here, but we are all very conscious of overeating and waste now. Well, almost all of us. Jimmy has earned the nicjkname “Exploratory” for being willing to try anything and eat well! This makes the Sisters very happy! Mandy and Alyssa also were very brave when the roasted ants came out - they both tried them like troopers and didn’t mind them at all. Not so for Fr. Don and I, as we were not brave enough to take the plunge!
The problems here do not end with drought and near famine conditions. Jobs are nearly impossible to find, and wages are meager at best. It is an economy with little new infusion of cash, so it is hard to see a way to build the job base and the living conditions here. The corruption only adds to the problem. It is often hard to separate the truly needy from the truly crafty. They are well versed in creating stories to tug at the heartstrings, knowing that these stories are true for so many. I have been asked for money by nearly everyone I meet, for needs varying from shoes to food to start-up for a new business. Another popular ploy is mentioning a relative who has just died and needs to be transported home for burial. We are checking stories carefully and helping those truly in need when we can, for true need is overwhelmingly present.
A host of other problems contribute to the difficult life here that can seem hopeless. Transportation is difficult at best, and traffic accidents are not uncommon.
It is better here in Gulu, where there are few taxis and most travel using bicycles or boda bodas, or by walking. Roads are better this year in Uganda, but still often filled with large potholes. Medical care is hard to find, and disease is rampant. There are signs of malnourishment everywhere - perhaps even to the extent that mental development is affected. Water is hard to get, and clean healthy water is rarte if not in bottles.
This constant struggle is very powerfully evident, but being here is not so oppressive. In fact, in some ways it is idyllic. Everything is done by hand, and the people here are meticulous about their daily work. Chapati - like tortillas - is made perfectly round, vegetables are cut with precision, and even the driveways and dirt yards are swept regularly. God’s presence is very notable here, where people rely on faith to make it through the day. There is little complaining - in fact much less than at home - and great joy in small things like a piece of candy or a heavy rain to water the crops well. I am filled with peace here, and do not feel out of place or anxious to return home. Of course I do miss everyone and will rejoice in returning, and I would be ecstatic with a pepperoni pizza right now, but I have made this my temporary home and settled into life here with all its struggles, trying to grow spiritually and personally from all I see and experience. We are graced to be staying with the Sacred Heart Sisters who are so filled with love and hospitality, and the people here greet you so kindly and happily wherever you go. We all feel that this will be life changing in terms of appreciating things and more importantly people.
We are heading out for a safari for a few days. It has been hard to get online here, but I will add more posts as soon as I can. I have so much to share because of all we have been seeing and doing. We have visited IDP camps, the sites of the two worst massacres of the war, schools, families, and even some local sites that were overwhelmingly wonderful. And we are making many good friends. 8,000 miles will not be so far away knowing that these people are here and we are all praying for each other’s well being and salvation. God is definitely so very, very good and so present in our days. May he bless all of you abundantly.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Life in Uganda
We have been in Uganda for a while now and I would like to share a bit about the life we are experiencing. First, I think my feet are forever red - the soil is very red here and it sticks to everything., There has been little rain, so the roads, dirt rather than paved, are so very dusty. Often we walk in a cloud of dust, and by the end of the day, we have a healthy color to us - that washes down the drain in the shower, but not without a bit of scrubbing!
Our first night in Gulu, at St. Monica’s, we were all gathered around the table just beginning dinner, and suddenly all went black. We lost power, which is not unusual here. And in Uganda, there is little power to begin with, so it is very very dark at night. Thankfully, there is a generator that can provide electricity in such situations, and soon it was on and we were again able to see each other and our meal. When the evening came to a close, we walked back to our rooms across campus to find that we had some very large and not so smart insects flying in the hall. Trying to figure out what these creatures were that kept running into the wall and falling stunned to the ground, we had all left our rooms. Suddenly, everything went black again - the sisters had shut down the generator to save fuel during the night. Unfortuinately, we had not unpacked or organized and it was a mad scramble trying to rmemeber where the flashlights and headlamps had been packed. Then came the interesting and amusing task of trying to wash and prepare for sleep by flashlight. We had many laughs that night, and now we have become quite adept at moving around in the dark. The power was out for about 48 hours in and around Gulu, so we had “lights out” at 10:30 to save fuel. But everything continued as usual here. This will likely happen often during our stay, but itis surprisingly easy to adjust to. And the insects have been determined to be harmless, if ugly.
Food has also been an experience for us. In Kampala and Jinja, the food was excellent and meals were often very large. We spent most of our time eating out there, as we were staying in hotels and lodges. Of course, eating out is much less excpensive than we are accustomed to in the States. Jim had whole tilapia four days in a row, and the rest of us enjoyed other versions of it that were the best we’d ever tasted. The fried chicken was pretty good as well. Now we are sharing most meals with the Sisters of the Sacred Heart of Jesus where we are staying. It is certainly more authentic, and pretty interesting. They eat a lot of vegetables, many unrecognizable, and they are fresh and often very good. The fruit, mostly mangos and bananas, are also very fresh and much more tasty. We had fresh peas today that were excellent, and also something they called dried peas that looked like lentils but tasted more like peanuts. In general, there is always something that tastes good, and plenty of opportunity for trying new things.
The day has a different feel to it here. Evertything is done in a relaxed way, and schedules are more or less made to be broken. It is just their way of life to go with the flow and adjuslt as needed. This is a nice approach sometimes, but it can be frustrating when we have so little time and so much to accomplish. But we will trust in God and take it one day at a time. Life is too short and precious to waste it on stress and frustration.
I have found that it is important to let go of any of our paradigms and sensibilities from home in order to be experience Uganda fully. At home I would never even consider getting on a motorcycle, but here it is the only way to move around, and I am finding that I enjoy it now (most of the time - the bumps can get a little bit hard to take in certain areas of Gulu). I also have had to forget I don’t like bugs, although they are not really much of an issue. And as I mentioned, we are dirty and hot most of the day. But it is all okay, because it is the only way to be here in Uganda!
Suprisingly, we have all adapted well to our life here. It has been a smooth trip and very comfortable to be here. We laugh at the interesting situations we encouhnter, and everything seems to work out just fine. And there is so much beauty and kindness in the people here, that it is all worth it.
We have seen many areas of Uganda now as we have traveled around, and I think I have a sense of what life is like for Ugandans. Words cannot describe it accurately, so you will have to wait for photos to be added when I return, but Ill give it a try.
Poverty is everywhere. There are really no areas anything like the US and the way we live. Along the roads we have traveled, there are many small towns that are really just a series of shacks and cement buildings. Many are brightly colored in gold or fuschia because large companies will paint them for free with their color and logo for advertising. These strtuctures are small businesses and homes, and they look about the same. They are tiny, dark, and often dirty or surrounded by garbage. There are also many people who sit right near the road selling fruits, roasted meant and vegetables, and cell phone minutes. It is organized chaos, especially when a car stops to buyh something - we were ambushed by vendors many times on our journeyt north!
Other than Kampala, even the so-called cities are like this, but with many streets. My impression is that it all looks the same.
Homes are interspersed among these businesses, and also spread into the more rural areas. They are mostly huts or concrete bujildings with one-room sections that are dark inisde, and usually unfinished.. Often an entire family will live in just one of these rooms. There are some nicer homes, but they are not usually bigger than a mobile home.
Another thing I have found very different and hard to adjust to is that children, even very young onesz, roam around and even walk along busy main roads alone - this is typical here and they seem to do fine., Children here have much more responsibility, and it seems that they handle it well.
There are also people walking round all the time, or sitting along the roads here. Life is Condi ducted outside most oif the time. At the internet café here in Gulu, the copyu machine is even out on the sidewalk!
Watching people here in Gulu, I see an existence more like the fifties and sixties, or life in very rural areas of our south. While the Poverty here is overwhelming, there is also something idyllic about Life here. Fresh food grown at home, children playing with each other outside in simple ways, extended families living together or close to each other and help;ing each other. There’s something good in this - if only there was enough food and water for everyone and disease was not so predominant.
In spite of the difficultui8es, the strenght and faith of the people I have met is astounding. Churches are filled and overflowing with joy and thanks to God. And people are genuinely interested in other people. Whereever we go, we are greete3d with smiles, we are remembered by all we meet, each encounter is marked by hanbdshakes or embraces, along with “you are welcome.” Thbe contrast is so hard to deal with and process.
Love to you all! Peace! Apoyo!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Patience is a Virtue
Hello from Gulu, in northern Uganda. Yesterday we journeyed here, with seven of us packed into a vehicle. It was a tight fit but a smooth and safe ride. There has been much progress here with the condition of the roads, so we had only a few encounters with potholes, and movement along Gulu road is good. This is so good for Ugandans who have been accustomed to dirt roads and large craters for many years.
But I have found that patience truly is a virtue, especially in Uganda. The traffic can slow down to a stop at random times, roads are crowded, and it is very hard to predict travel times. Also, when ordering food, it usually takes 45 minutes to an hour to receive it. This is the Ugandan way, but on the flip side, it is made fresh and tastes great. The people here must also have great patience because things are difficult to accomplish. Convenience has not even begun to be a part of life here.
Water is boiled, food cooked on open flame often, and most people walk everywhere. Also, today in Gulu the line at the bank is about 60 people. Being here has taught me to take life one minute at at time and enjoy it, savor it.
Along the way, we were blessed to encounter many baboons near the River Nile. They came and sat right next to our car, since we shared some of our roasted maize with them. It was fascinating! They are very gentle and calm creatures, and the way the mother and baby interact is so human! And I can understand their interest in the maize - it was warm and delicious. In the villages and towns along the roads here, there are many markets and street vendors selling their products - roasted maize, fruit, and even roasted meat - we stayed clear of the meat on good recommendation!
As we approached Gulu, we were looking to see the IDP camps - but we were disappointed, very happily disappointed. The camps have all but disappeared now, and people have moved back to their homes or to build new ones. People are also moving around freely without fear. It is so good that the people here are finally able to begin a new life - many have lived in camps their whole life. Joseph, our driver, said that the people are now happier and feeling useful again. Unfortunately, there are still so many men without
Time to return to our home. Love to all from Gulu, and peace.\
But I have found that patience truly is a virtue, especially in Uganda. The traffic can slow down to a stop at random times, roads are crowded, and it is very hard to predict travel times. Also, when ordering food, it usually takes 45 minutes to an hour to receive it. This is the Ugandan way, but on the flip side, it is made fresh and tastes great. The people here must also have great patience because things are difficult to accomplish. Convenience has not even begun to be a part of life here.
Water is boiled, food cooked on open flame often, and most people walk everywhere. Also, today in Gulu the line at the bank is about 60 people. Being here has taught me to take life one minute at at time and enjoy it, savor it.
Along the way, we were blessed to encounter many baboons near the River Nile. They came and sat right next to our car, since we shared some of our roasted maize with them. It was fascinating! They are very gentle and calm creatures, and the way the mother and baby interact is so human! And I can understand their interest in the maize - it was warm and delicious. In the villages and towns along the roads here, there are many markets and street vendors selling their products - roasted maize, fruit, and even roasted meat - we stayed clear of the meat on good recommendation!
As we approached Gulu, we were looking to see the IDP camps - but we were disappointed, very happily disappointed. The camps have all but disappeared now, and people have moved back to their homes or to build new ones. People are also moving around freely without fear. It is so good that the people here are finally able to begin a new life - many have lived in camps their whole life. Joseph, our driver, said that the people are now happier and feeling useful again. Unfortunately, there are still so many men without
Time to return to our home. Love to all from Gulu, and peace.\
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The Beauty and the Poverty
Greetings from Jinjatown. We have been in the area for a few days to visit one of our former students, Henry, and to see more of the country. The internet is slow and hard to get to, but I am doing my best to keep updating you. There is so much to see, think about, and process.
Jinja is a strong contrast to Kampala as it is smaller and less chaotic. It is also near the Nile and Lake Victoria so a beautiful place. In fact, the source of the Nile is here - although Usuman doesn't agree!
Yesterday we went to Bujjagali Falls - a series of waterfalls in the Nile river. The area is absolutely breathtaking. It is nowhere near the size of Niagara Falls, but it is so scenic. There are a few little hut shops and a little Cantina on the banks - with the best Tilapia ever! Other than that, it is just open country, with residents living nearby. We took many photos, but they may not do it justice. We also took a boat ride - in something between the size of a canoe and a rowboat - 7 of us and a couple we befriended yesterday. That was an adventure - boating on the River Nile! It allowed us to see some amazing views, as we stopped along the way a few times.
The stops also allowed us to see some local people. I gave sweeties to the children I met - some were doing their own hand laundry, the others were playing while their mother did the washing. They were delighted by my camera and the photos I took of them.
AT the Cantina, a group of school girls befriended us, especially the young girls, and insisted on many photos together. They were from Marta Secondary School and were very sweet and fun. They also seemed to be thrilled to make contact with some American students!
I went with Fr. Don to visit Henry's wife and baby son. The baby, Brendan, is ill with Malaria and Measles, but we were able to give them what they needed for medical care. Henry and his wife Betty, along with Brendon, live in one small room with one twin mattress on the floor. They are blessed to have one electric light but have to go get water. We also visited more of Henry's family. There were 3 adults and 10 children there - and the children acted as if our visit was the best thing that ever happened to them. We had hugs all around, received huge and genuine smiles, and thrilled them with our photographic abilities. It was also a blessing to leave them with a small amount of money for food, as they looked as if they were quite malnourished.
It is hard to explain the contrast here. The country is beautiful and the people are so very kind and friendly. Yesterday a young couple from our Lodge offered to drive us to the Falls - a greatly appreciated offer given the difficulties of transportation here. They ended up staying with us for a drink and the boat ride, and we learned so much from them. Emmanuel and Solome will be people we continue to speak with in the future because they can be a very helpful resource here on the ground. They have connections and experience that will be helpful to us for sure. The Holy Spirit was truly at work.
But on the opposite end, the living conditions here are unbelievable and sad. And many are ill - it was heartbreaking to see Brendan so ill - especially when malaria is not so hard to cure with the right care. It has been hard for me to hold back from giving away all of our money quickly because people here all are in need. And so many children!
We have just come from Mass, and the homily, all 45 minutes of it!, was inspiring and appropriate. The priest spoke of how it is challenging to be the face of Jesus, and people should remember this and trust in God, stay focused, and keep their eyes on Jesus. He also reminded the people that the problems of life are God's problems. Good words indeed, but more so given the audience to whom he spoke. I imagine it can be hard to preach here, or perhaps it is easy because the people cling to the hope that Jesus provides. I'm not sure, but I know that I was deeply touched by the Mass today - all of it.
We are all well and happy here, and moving on to Gulu tomorrow (Monday). May God bless all of you.
Jinja is a strong contrast to Kampala as it is smaller and less chaotic. It is also near the Nile and Lake Victoria so a beautiful place. In fact, the source of the Nile is here - although Usuman doesn't agree!
Yesterday we went to Bujjagali Falls - a series of waterfalls in the Nile river. The area is absolutely breathtaking. It is nowhere near the size of Niagara Falls, but it is so scenic. There are a few little hut shops and a little Cantina on the banks - with the best Tilapia ever! Other than that, it is just open country, with residents living nearby. We took many photos, but they may not do it justice. We also took a boat ride - in something between the size of a canoe and a rowboat - 7 of us and a couple we befriended yesterday. That was an adventure - boating on the River Nile! It allowed us to see some amazing views, as we stopped along the way a few times.
The stops also allowed us to see some local people. I gave sweeties to the children I met - some were doing their own hand laundry, the others were playing while their mother did the washing. They were delighted by my camera and the photos I took of them.
AT the Cantina, a group of school girls befriended us, especially the young girls, and insisted on many photos together. They were from Marta Secondary School and were very sweet and fun. They also seemed to be thrilled to make contact with some American students!
I went with Fr. Don to visit Henry's wife and baby son. The baby, Brendan, is ill with Malaria and Measles, but we were able to give them what they needed for medical care. Henry and his wife Betty, along with Brendon, live in one small room with one twin mattress on the floor. They are blessed to have one electric light but have to go get water. We also visited more of Henry's family. There were 3 adults and 10 children there - and the children acted as if our visit was the best thing that ever happened to them. We had hugs all around, received huge and genuine smiles, and thrilled them with our photographic abilities. It was also a blessing to leave them with a small amount of money for food, as they looked as if they were quite malnourished.
It is hard to explain the contrast here. The country is beautiful and the people are so very kind and friendly. Yesterday a young couple from our Lodge offered to drive us to the Falls - a greatly appreciated offer given the difficulties of transportation here. They ended up staying with us for a drink and the boat ride, and we learned so much from them. Emmanuel and Solome will be people we continue to speak with in the future because they can be a very helpful resource here on the ground. They have connections and experience that will be helpful to us for sure. The Holy Spirit was truly at work.
But on the opposite end, the living conditions here are unbelievable and sad. And many are ill - it was heartbreaking to see Brendan so ill - especially when malaria is not so hard to cure with the right care. It has been hard for me to hold back from giving away all of our money quickly because people here all are in need. And so many children!
We have just come from Mass, and the homily, all 45 minutes of it!, was inspiring and appropriate. The priest spoke of how it is challenging to be the face of Jesus, and people should remember this and trust in God, stay focused, and keep their eyes on Jesus. He also reminded the people that the problems of life are God's problems. Good words indeed, but more so given the audience to whom he spoke. I imagine it can be hard to preach here, or perhaps it is easy because the people cling to the hope that Jesus provides. I'm not sure, but I know that I was deeply touched by the Mass today - all of it.
We are all well and happy here, and moving on to Gulu tomorrow (Monday). May God bless all of you.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The first few days in Uganda
Hello to all of our friends!
It is Thursday evening, June 18th, I think. We have been in Uganda for two full days and it is still amazing to me that we are here. I wish I could describe to you vividly what we have seen, but I fear that words cannot adequately describe it. For those of you who saw Slumdog Millionaire, suffice it to say that the film depicted poverty well.
Our first day here was one of travel and exploration. We are in Kampala, the capitol city. We arrived here yesterday after traveling by taxi from Entebbe. The ride in itself was an experience - taxi travel is one of the most used methods of transport. It is crazy, chaotic, but also somehow systematic. It just works. Along the road from Entebbe to Kampala we saw an endless stream of small (alcove size) shops and businesses. People were selling, creating, etc. all along the streets. It became apparent that they use and reuse everything and make their livings in a simple way. Animals also grazed along the road, with no thought of stepping into traffic.
Once in the city, it was a different version of the same thing. Shops along the roads, with taxis and boda bodas - motorcycle taxis - filling the streets. People were everywhere. But there was a sense of calm and content amidst people sitting on the streets for lack of anywhere else to go.
We have met with several of our scholars in the last few days and it is so nice to be able to be in face=to=face contact with them. My dear friend and adopted son Usuman has spent the time with us and is a joy. All of them are wonderful.
One thing that comes to my mind is that in the poverty here they do things that we should all do, but we don't. For example, nearly all beverages are in glass bottles - no wasted plastic. I also am finding that no matter the culture, people are people. But lack of possessions seems to turn the focus to the things that really matter - like gratitude and relationship.
Tomorrow, we will go to Jinja to visit a beautiful area where there are falls and the source of the river Nile. We will spend a few days there with Usuman and perhaps see Henry. You can check out our destination by googling Kingfisher Lodge Jinja. We are looking forward to a nice experience and then heading to Gulu on Monday.
Peace and love to you all!
It is time to prepare for a great journey. In the final week before we leave the US to head to Uganda, there is scarcely time to think about anything other than the details and preparations. But in the few quiet moments, I am reminded of the homily I was blessed to hear on Pentecost Sunday (thank you Fr. Jared). It is God’s gift of the Holy Spirit that gives us the strength and desire to live in Him. We often think of that gift in the form of a dove, but Fr. Jared described the Irish image and it rang so very true to me. In my heritage, the spirit is thought of as a goose – an aggressive, demanding, and not always nice bird to say the least. The Spirit is this, truly, and it demands much of us. As we journey to a land where beauty and faith mingle with poverty, disease, and despair, I will remember that the Spirit of God lies there and demands to be heard. As much as I think I know where we are going, I also am sure that I know nothing. I pray that the Holy Spirit will guide us on our mission, and that we will be open to his work – whether he comes in the form of a dove, tongues of fire, or a honking goose!
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