Posted on Jul 5, 2008
Hey everybody, sorry it has been so long. Our internet has not been working. We've been pretty busy the last few days working with the team from alabama. We spent the last week working in Iganga which is a muslim stronghold. It was incredible experience. We worked through a local church there and did a lot of hut to hut ministry. Some of us went to the hospital as well as the local schools. The first 2 days of the week we went into schools and spoke to their entire student body. One school, called "Iganga Parents School", was very interesting. We went their twice and the first time I got an opportunity to sit down with the Head Master, who was a muslim, and share the Gospel with him. When I had finished I was really surprised as he began to thank me, saying that many groups had come but that this was the first time he had ever heard the gospel. He took me into his office and sat me down and began to ask me questions. I did my best but as I did not know too much about Islam a friend of mine Ema Hoyma, a student at the Jinja Bible College, helped answer most of his questions. He asked for a Bible and I pointed him to luke acts and 1 john because of his questions. Ema explained the usefullness of both the old and new testaments as many Ugandans only have the new. It was really a great experience to speak with him. Here was this head master with a master's degree who was very intelligent seeking truth. He said he was born a muslim but thought often about how he could know if it was the truth. It was awesome seeing God work in our conversation. Later on in the conversation he asked us to bring more Bibles so that he could share them with his faculty and students. While he did not accept the gospel that day he was very interested in what we had said. He took down my email address so that he could email me if he had any questions. It was really encouraging as later on in the day when we had a assembly with the entire school body he introduced us by telling his (mostly muslim) students to pay close attnetion as the message we had to give was very imortant. If this man was to give his life to Christ it would transform the entire school so please pray for him, that God would do an incredible work in him.
As I said, some from our team went to the hospital during our hut to hut ministry. Ema Bulgiri was one of them. He is a student staying with the Nesters who has an incredible heart for God. He went into the Children's ward with another team member and a local guide. As he was going from bed to bed praying for the people a woman called out his name from across the room. He said when he turned that he didn't reckognize her. She then called him over and said " your friend is sick." He had no idea who she was talking about but as he followed her to the bed of her baby he realized who the child was. He told me that last year when he would go into the villages he always carried around "fat" babies and took pictures of them. He reckognized this baby as one whom he had held for a day last year. The mother said that the baby was dying. He began to pray for the baby and as he did a group of women came to the mother and began to urge her to take her child, leave the hospital, and go to Jinja, another town. As they did Ema felt the baby start to go cold. He started yelling for a doctor and ran to an office to find one. As he did he called for the mother of the baby to come and follow him as her baby was dying. He said he searched for a nurse or a doctor that would help but found none. Finally when he found a doctor he turned and the mother was nowhere to be found. He ran back to the children's ward and found that the mother had left her shoes and said that she didn't want for them to be stolen. At this point he said he lost it and began yelling at her and the women around her in tears that the baby was going to die. The women ignored him and told the mother to leave and go back to Jinja. He then finally convinced her to come see the doctor. He said she took her time and just as they neared the doctor the mother took off to the exit. Ema said he chased her and grabbed her. He said when he looked down at the baby in her arms he saw the life flow out of him. He screamed at the mom asking her if she cared at all whether or not her baby died. He grabbed the baby and took off to the doctor. With the baby in Ema's arms, the doctor told him that it was dead. He looked arond at the nurses in the office and then at the mother of the baby. He said she did not shed one tear. Ema left the room weeping and as he came through the door he said that his guide began to laugh at him. He spent the rest of the day torn over the events that had taken place. I spoke to him while we had a short break asking him what was wrong and he told me this story. He began to cry. After he finished telling me what had happened he wept saying that death is so common in Uganda that no one seems to care. His heart was broken over the fact that it seemed that he was the only person in the hospital that cared about the child. It really is a tragedy that so many of these people experience death in their lives so often. What's even worse is some of their desensitization to it. After he told me the story I began to think about it. There is a huge chance that many of the people we witnessed to these past 2 weeks will be dead within a year. Some will die next month from HIV Aids, Malaria, or many diseases that should be easily treated. Those who are unsaved have a huge reason to fear death. In Uganda death is real and many experience it so often it is just as familiar to them as life. It's really sad...Pray for these people. Please continue to pray for us as we conclude our trip with 4 more days of ministry. We will be going into a village speaking in the school and going hut to hut for three days. Pray for God to work in the hearts ofthese people. Please continue to pray that God would show us His Glory like never before. He has already showed me so much and I can't wait to see what he will show me with the remainder of our time here.
In Christ,
Jonathan Murphy
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