Saturday, March 6, 2010


I walked to town today, and on the way, I decided to take some pictures for you and my family, so you could see small parts of Arua.

Thankfully, I still have them on my camera, and I will post them although I know you don't believe me because I never got the termite video loaded (but I am going to visit a high-speed internet connection one day).

Anyway, walking down main street, I took a couple of photos of people on the side of the road and on the road. All of a sudden, to my left, a policeman touched my arm and asked me to follow him. We turned back up the street and entered a gated area.

Inside the gated area, I was asked to sit in a chair that was by a desk in a little watch tower while another guy padlocked the gated area shut. He wanted to know what I was taking pictures of, so I told them I was taking pictures for my mom so she could see where I lived. He wanted to see.

I showed him the golf course, the scenery, the people, and then I said, "I did not take a picture of your police station." He said, "This is not a police station. This is a bank. The bank of Uganda."

I assured him I didn't take any pictures of the bank, and after seeing all the proof, he said I could go. I thanked him in Lugbara, and all the men (the four who had gathered around my digital) laughed. I then answered some more of their questions in Lugbara, and they were thrilled. So they quickly took the padlock off and let me go.

I walked like nothing had happened down to the Chinese grocery store to buy some milk, water bottles and a bar of soap. On the way home, I walked to the woman's ward of the hospital and I handed out water and prayed with everyone in the room. All the beds were full, and there was not a nurse in sight caring for anyone. In case you've never seen a "hospital room" in Africa, it is one large room with as many beds as they can fit. This room had about 20. I ran out of water before I made it around the room, so I just prayed with the ones that were left. I would ask their name and speak what little Lugbara I know.

One lady who spoke English knew I had no more water but she wanted something else from my market bag. I told her I had milk, and she said she would take it (of course). Then I walked to a lady and prayed with her. She started telling me something, but I didn't understand. Another translated with one word: soap.

She wanted soap.

I told her that God had me buy soap just for her, and even though she didn't understand me, I had to say it out loud because I was so overjoyed.

What are the chances that my son would have accidentally knocked my washing soap bar down the toilet earlier that week?

What are the chances I would have soap in my bag?

Pretty good, I'd say.

I had asked God to meet people's needs through me today, and I had asked Him to lead me where He wanted me to go.

It was a good morning. I'll take being questioned by the police any day as long as it can end up like this one.


Stefanie Kellum said...

Adventures with Kathryn! Love it! So cool how God provides like that. And props for being so brave with that policeman!

Dream said...

Hi Kylie. Guess what? I got another American Girl!


Stevens Family said...

This is beautiful. You're doing a great job ministering to those around you. What a blessing you are!

Nurse Bevo said...

I can't wait to go to that hospital with you and experince first hand God at work with your people group! What a cool story! You AMAZE me, friend! Hugs and love for the whole family from ours!

lisasmith said...

awesome story! God is meeting needs moment by moment in Africa, here in CS, all over. love it!! xoxo