Tim and Jill Way

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More Gulu

I was on the bus coming back from Gulu (the crowded, uncomfortable, painful, hot, stuffy bus), and I was filled with this profound wonder at the thought of living in God’s dream for me.  I’ve had a feeling for a long time that the Lord was calling me to northern Uganda, among other places.  While I was in Gulu I was often discourged and overwhelmed.  In many ways it was awful.  I heard blood-chilling stories and saw heart-breaking sights.  But dag.  Later I couldn’t help but be in awe of God, and how HE loves and cares for those people so so so much more than any of us, and how He would allow me and others to go there and somehow or other bring His hope and His love and His power.  I have no idea how I’m going to do that, but by His grace I will.

My time in Gulu has had a powerful effect on me.  One man in an IDP (Internally Displaced Persons) camp told me he doesn’t pray, because God doesn’t answer, and it does no good.  Such hopelessness.  Thousands living in little huts so close together, with their entire family in the same little room.  Even cooking with charcoal in the same room where they live and sleep.  Fearing that maybe tonight rebels will come and kill and abduct and loot. And such spiritual darkness.  But Jesus is there, and I believe there is hope, though the despair often seemed to grip me.  Jesus is there, and there is light there…


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