What is/are missions?
I often run into people while traveling who, almost instinctively, frown at the term missionary. “Oh…so you’re going on your mission?” they ask. I’ve even had them ask, “where’s your white shirt, tie and backpack?” And I, almost instinctively answer, “I’m not Mormon.” Don’t get me wrong I have some Mormon friends who are awesome people. But what I feel led to do has nothing in common with a 2 year commitment to the Mormons “sacred service”.
When I think of the word mission, I have this video playing in my head of Arnold Schwarzenegger yelling, “Get to the Chopper!”, while Predator chases after him and his crew. They had a mission…I think?
To me missions involves going across boundaries – boundaries that are uncertain, uncomfortable and often harboring predators. For us Americans, this most commonly refers to geographical boundaries, because anything outside of our culture is uncomfortable. And the classified file for this special operation states that once we’ve crossed the boundary our mission is to GIVE. The orders have come directly from our Master General -“It is better to GIVE than it is to receive”.
The RECEIVING comes. Not through preconception or intention, but through childlike faith.
This trip to Uganda (UG) was one of the best “missions” I’ve ever been on. Now you can replace that word mission with whatever you want … -trip – holiday – vacation. Mike Dennis and I went on a mission.
Our mission… and YES we chose to accept it, had many moving parts. First, surprise Wycliffe Mukisa! A 12 year old boy who was a part of my families’ life for two years. We had high hopes to adopt Wycliffe. Unfortunately UG made his adoption difficult; leading me to the conclusion it wasn’t the right time. My wife home-schooled him, we fed him and loved him for two years. It had been 1 year since seeing Wycliffe. The first thing I could sense in him after picking him up was that lack of love from a family. He is with a well organized and maintained orphanage called Asifiwe Child Care Ministries. They are doing an awesome job caring for his needs. I am hoping to build a Fish Farm for Asifiwe in the future to help with some of their practical needs. You can check out there organization here
https://www.facebook.com/asifiwechildcare/
But there is something woven into us that desires to be a part of something bigger…a family. We were able to spend two days with Wycliffe, and that night we slept in the UG Zoo. It was awesome to have full access to the zoo at night all by ourselves. Lets just say it included ‘hot dogs’. It was an incredible but emotional two days. As Mike and I walked him through the village to his home, Wycliffe knew we were to say good-bye. When it was time, he cried. Not a lite whimper, but an uncontrollable sob. His life is hard…like really hard. And that’s what hit me when saying good-bye. It was NOT easy. But we WILL see him again.From Entebee (where the airport is located) we headed East. It took us 6 hours to drive 50 miles to get to the “FISH FARM”. As we drove through village after village the sun was going down. I was quickly reminded of the cultural and environmental features of Uganda that I had missed. The weather- while it was 35 degrees back in Southern Oregon I was driving with my windows down at 7 o’clock at night at a perfect 75 degrees and 75% humidity. I love humidity. I don’t dislike the desert but I love the jungle. On the main roads when the sun went down UG came alive. The Ugandans doing their daily shopping and bargaining by candle light. I missed that. What I didn’t miss was the traffic. Bumper to bumper, every other vehicle a taxi containing 14 or more Ugandans. At this point we should have been exhausted, but as I looked at Mike in the passenger seat it gave me energy. I always loved they way my friends would come to UG and marvel over its organized chaos. With soo many things to look at you don’t have time to explain everything…so you just watch.
It was so refreshing to get the Fish Farm. Maybe because it was organized and quiet; away from the hustle and corruption of UG. We got in late and spent our first night in the Super Adobe home on the farms property.
We reunited with Ronnie and Veronica Baraza. Ronnie is the Pastor of the church we helped grow and Veronica is a teacher at the Primary School located directed next to the fish farm. They are currently living in the Super Adobe home and running the Fish Farm. They’ve been a huge blessing.
The Fish Farm needed some work. So the next day we got busy. It didn’t take long before we had 6 locals helping us with typical farm chores. Mike and I focused on the more pressing issues. The heart of the farm is its solar water pump. It was acting as though some of the bearings were loose. So we did the American thing to do…we bought a new one. Only $60 bucks and more than likely will last another year or two. A small but important investment. The vocational training and food that come out of the fish farm are so worth it. We were also able to add 5,000 fish to the project before departing. We also had a plan to start a new bathroom project. The pit for the latrine was dug and a foundation laid. As funding comes in we will wrap up a self-sustained bathroom for the kids at the Primary School and visitors to use.
With Mike on a motorcycle and me in a Defender we were now navigating back and forth between where we were camping and the fish farm. It was hard to get Mike off that motorcycle, but than when he started to drive the Defender it was hard to get him back on the motorcycle. When it comes to transportation, Africa can be top-notch terrain if you know what you’re doing.One of the days Veronica had orchestrated a little get together in the village to celebrate her Primary School and our arrival. It is hard to put into words the love and energy that goes on among a people group that is so social. It felt so good to be back in Kirugu Village.
Between working on projects, encouraging old friends and playing with kids we stayed busy all week. So many stories…I have to get better at journaling at the end of each day. If you’ve ever been to East Africa you know what I mean. Our days were so FULL.
We also had a plan to work on my truck; which was there in UG waiting for us. I am attempting to bring this LandRover Defender back to Southern Oregon. With Prayer and Pennies what seems impossible will be possible. We had a lot of fun with the LandRover and look forward to many more adventures in that vehicle, no matter what country.
On to Dubai…
We had one full day in Dubai to visit a cousin I hadn’t seen in a long time and find Falconers. I’ll explain on a later Blog. But the contrast between the third-world and very first-world was dynamic. We were so thankful at the end of this trip for all that we have and what God has in store for our future. We’ve got wind in our sails!!
Thank you for reading!