Hello Everyone!
Leah and I have chosen to write separate blogs this time because we thought it would give you a larger insight of our experiences and of Africa. Starting with a field trip that both Leah and I went on last Wednesday I will tell you the events. We went to The Falls and Shrines on this day. “The Fall” refers to the place that in African Tradition is very sacred and is centered on a waterfall. People, to this day, continue to bring offering and come to receive blessings from the Supreme God, through ancestral spirits. It is a very abstract thought in which they perceive God. It is said that the very same God in which we believe, they also believe in. But the reason they pray to their ancestors instead of directly to God is because, similar to the Catholics belief through saints, they are not worthy enough to directly speak to God; therefore, it must be done in a channel. Here at this waterfall there are shrines set up and people come and place there offering near the shrine in order to receive there blessings.
Also, near the waterfall was a small village. There were many children which came out to see the muzungus, the white men that had come. We were able to visit with the children and play with them. They also to us to there mud homes with thatched grass roofs. In one of the photos there is a picture of a girl crying! While we were playing this small girl fell and hurt her knee, I carried her back to her home and she stood in the door way watching us play as tears fell down her cheeks. Her mother was very pleased to see us, although she insisted that we pay her to take photos at her house.
Next, our class visited the Shrines for the Martyrs. These men whose memorials we visited were very courageous men of God. Being some of the first Christians in this area they faced harsh penalties. The leader of a Christian group was being forced to walk to his place of persecution and once he became too tired to go any further his persecutors tortured him by cutting off his fingers, hands, then arms….toes, feet, then legs. Then if that were not enough because this man would not renounce his faith in Jesus Christ, even then, he was skinned alive and burned. This is the story of a man that suffered greatly on Earth, but now stands with Jesus Christ dancing in Heaven. Sorry for the graphic detail, but I believe that it is important in order to understand the power of that testimony. We had the privilege to visit his site of death, as well as the death of 22 other men who believed. These other men were wrapped in bamboo sticks then burned alive starting with their feet and burning to their heads. All of this happened to the first believers in the Ugandan area.
All right…On another note and much happier note I also went on a rural visit! (Wow, this blog is ending up being much longer than expected, I am sorry, but a lot happened since our last blog entries. I will try to sum up the rest!) On my rural visit I went to a place named Ngogwe. It was quite the experience. It rained all three day! I lived in concrete, tin roofed house, with no electricity, running water or plumbing. I use squatty potties and drank boiled milk. My group visited Lake Victoria, which is the source of the Nile River….which we will be going White water rafting on this Saturday! There was a small village next to the lake where we were greeted by around 40-50 kids that wanted to touch and see our white skin. One boy asked me to give him money. I told him that I was there to be his friend and he replied, “If you can’t give me money take me home with you!” This is the cry of most African children. It is very sad to see, but in it all there is God which can provide hope for these children. One last note concerning my weekend! When leaving to go to Alice, my Cornerstone assistants house which we stayed on my rural visit, we witnessed a riot on the street. It was stupid really…a man accidentally bumped into a police vehicle. This angered the police extremely and he pulled the man out of his vehicle and began to beat him. Then he took the man to a taxi driver and insisted that the taxi take this man to the police station. The taxi driver refused so the police officer had his men come and drag that man out of the car and beat him. There were hundreds of people that surrounded this riot. Maybe you can kind of see the pic with the cars and people, that is the one. It is really frustrating how corrupt the government and worker are here in Africa. There is so much more to say, but I will end on that note! Sorry that I just unloaded a ton on you! Hope you enjoy it! Love you all, Jordon