“There was such a lack of tension and a lack of angst there… We later found out that so many of them have gotten saved through Kawede’s ministry and have been, and are being discipled, that it’s just revolutionized the flavor inside this prison.”
ITMI’s Steve Evers and Kent Reisenauer tell us all about their time in Uganda! They’re sharing all kinds of stories, including an unexpected way the Lord provided while they were purchasing printed Bibles for prisoners, a funny side story involving the purchased Bibles, how they came to have leather covers and what happened when the guys opened the boxes of Bibles and how Steve’s first time preaching in a prison went. You’ll hear numerous ways ITMI supporters have made a big impact in Uganda.
What struck me in this particular slum – where at least 30% of the residents are refugees from Kawede’s homeland – was that the people live in such filthy conditions, it’s hard to describe.
The village dashed madly for their huts. They had caught one glimpse of the initial brownish-grey clean-out water spilling from the head of the newly drilled well. Moments later, they returned with the various makeshift containers, ready to collect the contaminated water.
Francis could not hold his gratitude at bay. With tears of gratitude, maybe even relief, he fell to his knees and flung his arms around the legs of ITMI’s Steve Evers, sobbing. “Thank you. Thank you…” he kept repeating. What Steve was empowered by ITMI supporters to do was simple. For Francis, it was life-changing.
On the shores of the world’s largest tropical lake, you might expect to find expensive vacation homes and resorts, booming real estate sales as buyers vie for lakefront property, and beaches thriving with tourists. But that isn’t at all what you would find on visiting one of the many remote peninsulas jutting from the North shores of Lake Victoria in Uganda.
Your “inside” look at recent ministry in South Sudan and what’s ahead for ITMI next month, straight from Steve.
It was a tranquil Sunday morning. The town of Kampala, Uganda had not yet awakened. The tropical birds and insects, filled the air with clatter and squeaking as they searched for their breakfast. I enjoyed the calming effects of distant, traditional whole-choir numbers from an open-air Catholic parish even as they competed with faint chants from a nearer Muslim mosque. The tranquility of the morning would be long-gone later that afternoon.
We just wanted to go to Katooga slum to get a few photos telling the story of what life is like in much of Uganda, give out a few “sweets” and not cause a scene. But Francis had other plans.
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