So the deal is, I am so grateful for the unregenerate person who called me in. In the sphere of pastors and church goers I have real street creds now. I even had the vice chairman of the local pastors organization come to my house and congratulate me on my recent incarceration attempt. He said, "Now we know you are supposed to be here." Apparently any pastor worth their salt and not paying off officials gets a ride from the police, especially if they don't have there papers in order. So thank you unregenerate guy for your help in my acceptance to the community.
I never knew my dad's training would come in so handy. My dad, being a policeman himself, would
lecture/interrogate me for hours at a time and through that I learned to completely tune him out, think about other things and still respond when necessary (sorry dad, but thanks). These guys weren't very good either, inconsistent and irrational in there approach, grasping at anything to “catch me” in some heinous immigration violation. I think we started off bad when I had to correct grammar and spelling for the policeman who wrote my "confession". I had such a “God bless America” moment when the guy pocked his head in the room and asked if I was an American citizen. I proudly and sternly said, “Yes I am an American citizen”. That's just before the US embassy guy showed up and I got to watch the policeman squirm like children who just got busted playing spin the bottle.
We do however have to keep our heads down a bit because of our visa status. We are after all just tourists. Because Uganda doesn't offer religious visa's we have to either be employed by an existing NGO (non-governmental organization) or start one ourselves. We don't want to be here under false pretenses, so we will comply. Keep prayin' for us, there isn't too many white guys who can get dragged downtown for telling people about Jesus in Uganda but I seem to have the touch. Uganda missions.
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Lots of prayers for you both.
PD told us about the incarceration last Sunday. We also read what you said in Job's email.
I can not even imagine what it must be like to experience the pressure in constant heat and squaller that surrounds you and Loring. What you are doing, and the peace it gives you, must be tremendously satisfying.
Do not stop contacting us. We share the stories in Sunday School.
This is short. Gotta go be a Greeter this AM. Will be back later and tell you about Outreach, and our Church garden.
DR