Homily 31 August 2014
Neshemelirwe kubaleba (Nice to see all of you)
Nimpurirra neshemelirwe Uganda mononga. (I feel very happy in Uganda)
Ndikuza muka orwakashatu. (I go home on Wednesday)
Mwebare mononga, muribanywani bangye. (Thank you, friends)
When I came to Bwindi for the first time last year, I did not know anyone. But I expected God’s people to be waiting for me.
As a Christian man I knew that I would meet other Christians and have instant fellowship. That is exactly what happened. I met many of you last year. We had a common life in Jesus Christ. We became brothers and sisters and friends in Christ.
I was comfortable and at ease.
When I went home and planned for this year, I wondered how God would improve that trip. Well, for more than five months, I have had wonderful fun and adventure. The Holy Spirit has been my constant companion. Mukama asiimwe.
My experience this year has surpassed last year. I’ve met more people, shared more fellowship, been to more villages and homes.
Mukama has richly blessed me. How can I thank him enough? By devoting myself more fully to him and his plan for me.
In today’s lesson, Paul writes to the Romans with instructions and encouragement.
Passages like the one we heard are so wonderful, so valuable, because they are just as relevant today as they were in Paul’s time.
Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.
The work and fellowship I witness here at BCH is wonderful. Many of you work selflessly to serve others in sometimes difficult situations.
The reputation of this hospital is great. The communities here know it. Important people in Kampala know it. Supporters around the world know it. The hospital is not the buildings, or the surgical theatre. It is you–the caring, dedicated staff.
With your help, I have learned many life lessons in Uganda.
Paul writes: Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lordâ€™s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.
Throughout my travels this year in Uganda, Congo and Tanzania I see the daily struggles of life. It is a fact of life here.
Through all the difficulty, there is the joy of hope Paul mentions.
I walked alongside a group of women carrying large, heavy packs on their backs, up a steep mountain road outside Butembo in Congo.
The women where chatting, singing..expressing joyâ€¦they even had patience enough to exchange greetings with this muzungu. No complaints from any of them. Just grace and power and faith.
The African hospitality that I’ve enjoyed is one of the great blessings I’ve received. Here, the door is always open.
I visited a friend and his family in Kasese after returning from Congo. One morning I got up for breakfast, and there was a friend of the family at the table who ate with us. Two neighbours also stepped inside open door to visit and say hello.
It was a pleasant experience to witness this fellowship. It is also quite different from my neighbourhood in California, where we have two locks on the doors to keep everyone OUT.
If I were to write a thank you letter to God, I would thank him for surrounding me with friendly, supportive people. His people.
I want to thank him for the Bible study fellowship and counsel of Rev. Bugaba and others. It enriched me..and I got to observe and learn from many faithful people here like Peace, my munywani wangye Barnabas, Dr. Cornelius.
I want to thank God for his faithfulness to me, for sticking by me even though I haven’t always been with him.
For it wasn’t my plan to come to Uganda even once, let alone twice. It wasn’t my plan to visit the DRC. It wasn’t my plan to stand at the Anglican cathedral in Butembo and preach to the congregation, with a Swahili translator.
It wasn’t my plan to visit Tanzania two times to support an organisation that reaches children orphaned by HIV.
No it was God’s plan and his patience with me. Webale, mukama.
I want to thank God for matching my time with his time. My first try to enter the Democratic Republic of Congo ended in failure. I could not get a visa at the border. It wasn’t the time for me to go.
Earlier this month, though, it was my time, and the trip was wonderful and successful.
I want to thank God for the gift of communication. With the help of my friend, Joel, I have improved as a Rukiga speaker. While not fluent, I am willing to engage anyone and it has been such a blessing. People young and old, men and women, respond to me as I try to express greetings. It is the most joyful part of my experience. Mwebale, for your patience as I struggled at times.
Obusingye nine neiwe.
God showed me many things in Africa.
He showed me that life can be difficult. That day-to-day activities we take for granted in America by lifting a finger can take half a day here: collecting water, gathering wood to build a fire for cooking and heating.
He showed me that grace trumps any hardship. He showed me women who work as hard as any in the world have a spirit of joy and happiness despite their labors.
He showed me that people who look different from me on the outside are THE SAME as me on the inside.
Here in Africa, God showed me a vision of heaven. I saw worship. It was awesome. The music, the dancing, the singing. I am sure it is what heaven will be like.
It will not be in English only. But beautiful voices and worship from God’s people everywhere, in languages I cannot understand. What I saw here was wonderful and fantastic. It was love. It was God.
Webale, mukama. Webale munonga.
My friends, it breaks my heart to leave at this time. But my visa expires in a few days and the Ugandan government says I must leave.
Sharing my life with you has been some of the best days of my life.
But I have been reminded that people at home miss me, too. They want to see me and hear my stories.
And I will tell them..of God’s presence here among his beautiful people.
Ndaze kubasisiire (I will miss you all)
Ndaze kugaruka (I will return)
Ndabakunda mononga. (I love you all)
Tuta onana tena Mungu aki penda. (We will see each other when the Lord is willing)