Tim and Jill Way

Adventures of the Way Family


I wrote this on Saturday, June 13 — our first morning in Uganda.

This morning jet lag had me awake at 4:00. When I was still wide awake at 5:00 I decided to get up and face the day. I walked outside and settled myself into a plastic chair on the verandah of the guest house where we are staying on Namirembe Hill — the ‘hill of peace.’ Sitting there overlooking Kampala, I reveled in the peaceful moment.

Kampala is a city of intense life. To me, everything is exagerrated — the joy is exuberant; the fear menacing and physical; the despair debilitating, but the hope relentless; the darkness and corruption and evil overwhelming; the light and goodness and love powerful. O Kampala.

Sitting in my chair, I enjoyed listening to the once familiar sounds of the city awakening. Traffic beginning to fill the streets — heavy trucks and impatient taxis already looking for passengers. Dogs barking. Roosters crowing. The mournful sound of the call to prayer coming from the mosque. The competing shouts and loud music of a pentecostal church concluding the all-night prayer service. A baby crying. Oh Kampala!

A city of such contrasts! Filth and brutality side-by-side with beauty and compassion. Death struggling against life. Corruption and courage. Dark and light. I do love this city, and I found myself again praying for the Father to gather all His children and lost ones in the embrace of His love.

O Kampala!


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