Kajjubi: April 2012

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Friends,

We were truly blessed to get to know Pastor Raphael Kajjubi, his wife, Allen, and his children. They have precious and humble hearts before the Lord, and serve Him with faithfulness.

We had dinner with Raphael and his family the first night we were in Kampala. During that time we got to know each others hearts — Raphael shared with us his passion for intimacy with the Lord and the importance for emphasizing God’s love and grace in his ministry. In fact, he shared these things with us before we told him our hearts. We ministered in his church on New Years Eve, and Sunday am, January 1st. Then we had dinner in Raphael’s home on Monday followed by a special meeting where we ministered to his church leaders. On New Years Eve we also ministered briefly in a church that was planted by a man he raised up and is a spiritual father to.

Pastor Raphael fathers many and four or five of his disciples have begun churches and other ministries. Most of those he reaches are fairly young, but he is faithfully training and preparing them for future ministry. We were truly encouraged by the good work that our brother is doing in Kampala. Even Kenya is now being impacted by his work. We also took note of the tender love he shows his flock.

After completing our ministry with King Jesus Ministries we spent five days with Pastor Evah Mugerwa’s ministry (widow of Bishop John Michael Mugerwa). Raphael borrowed a car and made an effort to visit us one last time before we left Uganda. We had a wonderful time of fellowship and prayer together. Truly our hearts are linked with this family through Christ’s love. We have attached a picture of Raphael and his family.

We both loved Africa and look forward to returning when the Lord sends us again.

Love to you all,

Steve and Karen

Paul, Rachael and Kea Adams

An hour down the billy goat trail they call a road lays Kamuli Uganda. A little dusty town where you can buy a few luxuries like toilet paper or light bulbs. =) We are 5 kilometers outside of that town. The screaming of 221 kids marks the spot we are calling home. Our official title seems to be gofer. We have filled a spot (or are trying to fill it) in a ministry of a long time friend. The ministry is called Uganda Orphans Fund. Children at risk from all parts of the country have been searched out and brought here to our home. We feed and clothe, put through school and love as best as we know how. It is amazing how quickly you can fall in love with ornery kids that you can only have limited conversations with. Wanting only the simple things in life such as some beans and Posho (a corn flour paste), maybe an empty water bottle, some physical touch that is pure and seasoned with love rather than various forms of abuse that they were previously accustomed to. Their stories are all different some have lost their families to aids, some to war; some have families steeped in witchcraft. All are here because Jesus stretched out his hand and snatched them out of the enemies best laid plans for them. They have seen tragedy we can only shudder to imagine. Some of them came to us with STD’s even though they weren’t any older than 8 years old.

The Gospel is still the good news! The darker the night the brighter the morning! We recently took in some children from a local orphanage that the police had closed because they had been involving the children in the sex trade. We see the fear melt in about 2 days, but in our heart we know that Jesus still needs to invade the darkness in their memories and bring light and healing. It is coming. The Lord is faithful and insistent on their freedom! We can only offer ourselves to his work and open our hearts and arms and love and pour out the spirit for all we are worth! 221 kids make us scream out to the Lord for him to send laborers into the harvest! To love, father/mother, teach and disciple.

We need to raise them to healthy mature Spirit filled believers that can change the corrupt part of their culture and trade it in for Kingdom culture and values! We are not sure how long the Lord has called us to work here, but we want to blow the whistle and call for reinforcements. Reinforcements in prayer, in person (come visit or work with us!) or anyway you can invent! We thank you for standing with us! Bless you all. Pray for us! The task is bigger than we are…=)

Blessings and a new fire upon you all!

Paul, Rachael and Kea Adams

Cooper-Sande: February 2009

The Joy of Africa
I have been back in Uganda for less than a week, but I have again realized the many reasons I love ministering in Africa. I have experienced a range of emotions-as I usually do when I am in the continent of Africa. My heart has been overwhelmed with both joy and sorrow as I see and hear a variety of things. Nevertheless, today I am going to focus on the joy of being in Africa because I truly do love Africa very much.

As I see the love, kindness, and generosity of the Ugandan people my heart is filled with joy and gratitude by their efforts to welcome me. I have always been deeply encouraged and inspired by their thoughtfulness toward me. It amazes me that I am coming here to bless them; and yet, I myself am so richly blessed by them.
As I hear them speak their local languages and try to speak the language myself, I am filled with joy. I love when their faces light up as they hear a muzungu (white person) speaking in their native tongue. I still have a long way to go in my language learning, but it is definitely progressing. Actually, I have been focusing on Luganda, but soon I will be back to learning Lutooro. (I am currently staying in the capital city to finalize some details of the children’s village before I go to Kyenjojo, and they speak a different language.)
As I see the beauty of the land and gaze at the breathtaking views in the sky, I remember that God showers his love on us in so many ways. We just have to take the time to notice them.I love the joy of ministering to the African people. As I find opportunities to touch various people and show them the love of Jesus, my heart dances within me. I don’t think I could experience any greater joy than when I see hurting people smile as they hear the story of Jesus or am given the opportunity to watch their eyes twinkle as they are being touched by the Lord.I enjoy seeing and hearing the familiar sights and sounds of an African street or village-especially the voices of the children. How they fill my heart with joy! Their “muzungu” shouts, their conversational efforts (“Muzungu, How are you?, Bye.”), their cute complexions, as well as many other aspects capture my heart every time. As I sit in the crowded taxi, ride the Boda Boda (motorcycle), see the small shops and the various house structures, and cross the crowded streets, I am quickly reminded that I am back in Africa.
Finally, the sight and sound that I love most is when I see the Ugandans dance and hear them sing praises to the Lord. I am always deeply moved by their passion and sincerity. I have realized that when they worship God, they do it wholeheartedly. When I visit Africa, I find many of the people here know what it is like to own little material possessions and suffer in numerous ways; however, they have also found the joy that only Jesus can give. They have discovered portant truth that if you have Jesus you have everything. They have faced many sorrows and disappointments, but they have concluded that Jesus is always faithful and will never disappoint his children. They express gratitude with their voices and their hearts for the Lord’s love and faithfulness. They comprehend that the true ingredients for peace and joy are not to conquer the storms of life or remove them, but to learn how to dance in the rain. I pray that these lessons will continue to transform my life and the manner in which I live.
I thank God for giving me the opportunity to come to Africa. The Lord is using all of the experiences of my life in Africa to teach me more about Him and His ways, as well as strengthen my walk with Him.