On our first Friday at the prison, after talking with the ladies, they informed us that no one came on Tuesdays or Thursdays, so the following week (and since), we have adopted those days.
One lady made me laugh as she raised her hands and spoke to God saying, “ God, look at the beans we eat every day. Can’t you change this.” But seriously, I understand her plea. Can you imagine having beans and posho (cornmeal cooked with water to a dough-like consistency) every day for the last 2, 3 or 5 years?
After some amazing dancing and singing, I prayed in Lugbara, and then Florence gave her testimony to the ladies. Then, before I finished C2C (Creation to Christ), we handed out the scripture cards. The ladies were so pleased. There was some arguing over who got which card when some ladies had the same name, but I was able to tell (from their requests), which card belonged to who.
Since I couldn’t learn all their names the first day, I had put some description of them in my book to help me remember them, and that came in handy.
We finished the Creation to Christ story with the Resurrection of Jesus, and then I told the story of the Prodigal Son.
Florence then told the ladies if they would like their scripture cards read to them, she and I would have two lines. One for those who wanted to hear it in English and another for those who needed to hear it in Lugbara. I was surprised that I had more ladies in my line, but I quickly figured out why.
Those who wanted me to read their scripture were about 5. The last 5 had interpreters with them, and they came to tell me they had to leave to go get the food last time, and they had missed giving me their requests. They too wanted to give me their requests in hopes of receiving a scripture card.
It was good to talk to the ladies one-on-one in this way, because not only could I stop and pray for each one individually, I also got to directly ask them about their relationship with Jesus when they were telling me their issues. So many of them battle demons and bad spirits, so with the help of the Holy Spirit, I try to pray strategically for each of them.
The last girl who waited to see me was so beautiful and precious. Everyone seems to care for her because she has been sick. Her fellow prisoners all show mercy toward her. Her blood has been tested twice, and nurses can’t find anything wrong. She told me all her symptoms and that the nurse had given her magnesium (because it was free), but told her she needed a pill to take for 10 days, telling her she had an ulcer (a common diagnosis given by nurses here…along with malaria…you never know if you are getting a true diagnosis or not). She showed me where the nurse had written what she needed, and I wrote it down, just in case it was something I could do.