Pray for Kampala
Today, as I write this, I have the benefit of God's rear view mirror. As I sit here typing this, there is a steady stream of loud campaigning going on, some of peaceful, some of it not so peaceful. Yet I am completely at peace today. The thing that I asked God was to make me into what I needed to be for the sake of my family, my WGM family and my Ugandan family. God has done that very thing.
This morning, I got up extra early so that I could go out and walk Kabalagala. This has been somewhat discouraged as there have been many protests and rallies in this area and has been the scene of some fighting. As I walked along, I noticed the palpable tension that existed. In front of me, two vans supporting opposing candidates began to scream at each other which drew a crowd. Within moments it erupted into a shoving match. I didn't stay around to find out what happened.
Feeling as though this morning (two days before elections) might not have been the best morning to come here, I just happened to run into one of my friends who is a shop keeper there. I hadn't seen her in a long time and the clinging tension I felt melted into relieved smiling. We spoke for a while in Luganda and talked about families, work ethic and both our concerns for this election. As we talked, I confided that I was uncomfortable that I had come there this morning and she laughed and said, "to be honest, I was feeling afraid as well". As we walked back towards the action (only way I could get home), she asked me this question, "when are you flying out?". When was I flying out? "What do you mean" I asked. She explained that she was used to the Americans and Europeans leaving during election time for the sake of safety. For the first time ever, my resolve had completely peaked. "I didn't come here to run away when things get tough, I came for life.....your life......because you matter to God and that means you matter to me." I came off my tongue with the sweet assuredness of the Holy Spirit. In that moment, I realized, I had the zeal for the freedom of Christ to be manifested in this place no matter the cost. As we parted ways, she smiled and said, "thank you for growing here where God has planted you". Ah, it is easy to be brave when you are growing where God has planted you.