Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Limbo

Radio training in Kampala began this week for some of the newest Every Village employees. They are all South Sudanese men, who will be helping to get the radio stations set up in Nasir and Tonj. We (the Nasir team) have been asked to help out with the training in teaching chronological Bible storying. However, we were not planning on being here for this. You see, according to the rotation schedule, we should already be back in Nasir. In fact we should have flown back in 5 days ago.

As most may know, there has been some unrest in South Sudan for a little bit over a month now. We have been warring in prayer daily for peace in South Sudan, just hoping to get a call telling us to pack our bags and prepare to fly back in. One day peace negotiations look promising, and the next day hopes are shattered as the peace talks are back to square one.

Recently, I have received many emails from friends and family asking how we are all doing. In all honesty, these past few days have been very trying. It wasn’t so bad during the time that we were scheduled to be in Kampala. In fact, I really enjoyed the amenities Kampala has to offer. But, now that our scheduled time has passed, restlessness has settled in. I have found myself feeling in limbo and somewhat homeless. Yes we have a great place to stay here, but it’s not home. Home is in Nasir. My life is there now. More than once I have wanted to either be in Nasir or back in the states. More than once have a grappled with the Lord as to why He uprooted me just to wait here in Kampala. More than once I have reasoned that I could have been halfway done with nursing school by now. The unknown is really what makes it all so difficult.

So as I began to review my chronological Bible stories for radio training, I was assigned to tell the story of Abraham and Isaac. My current situation caused me to view this story in a different light than I ever have before.  In this story, God made many promises to Abraham about his descendants. They would be as many as the stars in the heavens. They would be a great nation. They would be enslaved and mistreated, but after 400 years they would come out with many possessions. They would inherit a land called Canaan, and all peoples of the earth would be blessed through him (Abraham). But there was one problem, Abraham had no children. His wife was barren and they were both old. Yet Abraham believed God, and God fulfilled His promise when Abraham and his wife had a son named Isaac. However, years later, God told Abraham to take his only son, Isaac, up to a mountain and to sacrifice him to the Lord. Abraham obeyed God and took his son up to be sacrificed. In fact, he tied Isaac up, put him on the altar, and just as he was about to kill him, the angel of the Lord spoke to Abraham telling him not to kill his son. Luckily, there was a ram close by, which Abraham sacrificed in place of Isaac. Abraham then named this place “Jehovah Jireh” which means “the Lord will provide”. (Genesis 22)


Abraham had such a great faith. He believed God from the beginning and obeyed God, even to the point of taking his only sons life. He trusted in the plans of the Lord rather than his own reasoning. Yes, some of what God asks us to do make little to no sense. In retrospect, I am not being asked to take anyone’s life in my hands. All the Lord is asking me to do now is to trust Him, His timing, and His plans for my life (although at times this can be just as scary when I’m not wanting to relinquish control). If it is to go back to Nasir, He will provide a way. If it is to go back to the states, He will provide a job. If it is something completely different, He will provide the direction. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is Jehovah Jireh.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Christmas in Kampala

Christmas time for me includes lots and lots of family. Baking parties, lots of food, games, 42 tournaments,  movies, hanging out, annual football game, caroling, Christmas Eve candle light service, and reading from Luke together—all traditions that have been observed by my family for years.

This year I was in Kampala with the rest of the Nasir team and the Hendersons. Christmas Eve was a great time. We had our big Christmas feast and then sat around chatting and catching up on the YouTube videos we had missed while in Nasir. The day was filled with lots of laughs. I was presently surprised that I wasn’t missing my family too much.

Later that evening, after watching Polar Express with the Ginter’s and Laura, I decided to make Christmas cookies. Every year, making and decorating Christmas cookies is something I do with my mom (and whatever siblings want to help). As I was slathering icing on the cookies, I began to hear the roar of laughter coming from the house next door. It was 10pm by now, and as I listened more, I deduced that all the commotion was from a family gathering together on Christmas Eve.  Listening to this directed my thoughts to my own family, and how I wouldn’t be with them this Christmas. Suddenly, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to fight them back, but soon they were streaming down my face (it didn’t help that the song “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” was playing in the background). After finishing the cookies, looking like a soggy mess I made my way up to my room to call my mom (I’m so thankful for Skype). Talking with my parents cheered me up and helped me to see the bigger picture.

Yes we are apart, but we are all healthy and safe. I was reminded of the unrest in South Sudan, and how much of the country was not going to have a merry Christmas.

I began to reflect on the true meaning of the Christmas season. If it wasn’t for that starry night in Bethlehem, I wouldn’t be in South Sudan. Christ came to earth so that we can be reconciled to God through His blood. In doing so, He left his thrown in heaven to come down and be born in a lowly stable amongst cattle (after living in Nasir for a few months and being constantly surrounded by livestock, I understand this better---its smelly, noisy and dirty). Why? Simply, because He loves us, and His love is what has saved me.  His love is what has led me to South Sudan. His love is what will bring true peace to South Sudan.

Since it is the start of a New Year, would you make a commitment to join me in prayer, daily warring for the Prince of Peace to pour out His love on the South Sudanese?


“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and forevermore. The zeal of the LORD almighty will accomplish this.” Isaiah 9:6-7


Kerry reading from Luke

Movie time!

Our make-shift fire place!