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Hello dear friends,

I want to share a story with you of something that happened in Uganda.

It rained most of the night. I, of course, start to worry if we are going to be able to get to the sites that were planned for the day. Most of the roads we travel on are red dirt. It is not like Iowa where you sink away in a deep mud hole, but they get real slick.

We take off with the bus. The Americans never have a clue where we are going. The plan is basically getting on the bus, and when it stops, Maggi says, “we’re here,” you get off.

On this morning, the bus stopped on the side of the road. Maggi said, “The roads are so bad we are going to have to walk to the school.”  This school was on the top of a mountain (or a least a large hill).

The trail was slick, so you had to really focus on not falling. The last thing you want is your white shorts covered with red mud!

We walked for about 15 minutes, I would say. Along the path the people would wave. One older woman who had a hut about 100 yards from the trail just started waving and singing. It was like she knew what we were there for and was rejoicing. I felt sorry for Toni because he was carrying the speaker up the hill, and others were carrying the math sets. I assumed the 100 pound bags of porridge would just have to be delivered on another day when it was drier. I just told myself to stop worrying, the Golden Heart team always figures it out.

When we got to the school, we were greeted by a small, but enthusiastic group of kids. The school was poor. My guess is that they seldom have visitors since it was so remote.

We went into our speaking routine. When it was my turn to start, I told them about our plane ride, and what we saw from the window—the Atlantic Ocean, the French Alps, the Mediterranean Sea, the Sahara Desert, and then beautiful Uganda. My thought process was that they will most likely never get to fly, but they might dream of what flying is like, and I wanted to share this with them.

I called for Joel, but he was no where to be found. He then heard me and walked out of a classroom. In Uganda, we have a term we call “getting wrecked.” That means, you are emotionally overwhelmed by what you see.  Joel was overwhelmed by the condition of the school. He quickly pulled himself together, and we continued.

It was a great visit! The kids were an absolute joy. The teachers were so devoted, and I know they hardly get paid. The school was small enough we put a Gospel Bead Bracelet on each hand. We then handed out the geometry sets to the P7 kids, and they would bow in gratitude. But, no porridge!

We then walked back down the mountain to the bus. The kids went with us, and most of us had a group holding our hands.

Down by the bus was the Golden Heart truck that hauls all our supplies, and they had unloaded three bags of maize flour. Maggi told us that it was time to go, and we got on the bus. Then we watched as the older boys each grabbed a corner of a bag and happily carried the porridge up the mountain to the school.

You understand, those kids now know that they all for sure get at least one meal a day for the rest of the school term. When you know you get to eat, that brings joy. My prayer is that I can figure out a way to help the schools even more.

One other note. Only about 25% of the kids were at school. The remainder could not attend because their parents don’t have the school fees to pay the school.

Mission Uganda returns on July 15–July 31. We will repeat the same process. One of the team members asked Maggi how long it would take for us to visit every school in every parish. She said over 10 years, so we have a big job to do.

My job now is to start raising the funds for the next trip. I would greatly appreciate your support. If you give to this, you are also a part of this missionary team.

Also never forget one thing! True poverty is when you don’t have Jesus and an eternal home in heaven. Every place we go, we share the message of Jesus along with humanitarian aid as a bridge to the Gospel.

You can donate online at www.mission2uganda.org or you can mail a check to 513 Woodlawn Dr., Pella, Iowa, 50219.

Blessings,
Nuper