The Uganda confession

i'm sorry david. i'm here, listening and knowing to the extent that anyone else can know. i'm here praying for you and for those kids, the lucky ones and the unlucky ones. i'm wishing i could say something that would help. peace my brother.

Living like we actually believe in Jesus, they way he wanted us to. Even Ghandi knew that that would help the world. David, we have to reject what has happened to our "western" world and what it has done to the Christian Community. When that log is removed, then we can finish the job you got involved in for the poor and needy, the widow and the orphan.

My friend, the children I have expereinced in THIS country, are suffering very badly as well. Their screams go unnoticed because they are are not thin and they are not poor. But they are abandoned, misled and mistreated all the same.

Keep writing about an important theme of the Bible: To care for the less fortunate in this world. There will come a time when it will end. That is another theme in the Faith delivered only once to the Saints.

The other theme of the Bible is Christ Jesus. According to Jesus they all run together. There is hope David. And that is not just a slogan.

May God continue to bless you David.

Donny

Life is hard, God is good and more is beyond our power than within it. I think this is why we are called to compassion and not to problem solving. I've always wondered if this was Christ's message when the woman anointed his head and he rebuked the apostles for criticizing her.

You don't have a blogging problem.

There are those tears. Thanks.

Thank you for sharing this. Even though it may be unoriginal, it's what it takes. Your story is personal and important to share.

Hi there! I really appreciated your comment. It is exactly what I needed tonight! It's good to know I am not the only one that aches for these people. I got back from Uganda June 16th, and it still keeps me up at night (obviously since it's 5:15 am!). Everyone wanted to hear about my trip when I got back, and I feel like I just can't speak of it. Mine was not a medical mission, but it became one. God used me to get medical help for two children while I was there that saved their lives, but I felt helpless to save the rest of them. I have been inspired to go to nursing school so that I can do more. I don't know what the answer is, and it frustrates me! Shamefully I must say I came back from my missions trip more angry with God than closer to Him. I couldn't wait to come back and talk about my trip and tell everyone what I saw. When I got back, I realized...it WAS unorigional. The disinterest and boredom I experienced from just the first few words I muttered has silenced me for the last two months. I haven't even had my cell phone on in two weeks now in general. Did you experience this? I look at people with big $500 handbags with letters all over them and can't help but calculate how many lives the $ for each "C" or "L" printed on the fabric...would have saved. I can't make sense of where I came from and where I'm at. I'd love to hear how you've adjusted to being back? I believe this aching is a life sentence of always seeing their faces in my mind and knowing they are still there, and a gift...a fire inside of me to change things...a curse and a blessing. I even debated going to a counselor...or therapist...something to get me past this... but I can't imagine anyone here ever understanding. I worked for Compassion Intl for over a year talking about poverty 8 hours a day...and I never truly knew until I went...so how could they?