Some of you heard me describe our planned activities while here in Karamoja. Still others heard the caveat – this is the plan but anything could change. I’ve discovered that to be ture on many a mission field and nonetheless so here. I didn’t really want to teach and secretly hoped that some other perfectly suited to me activity would arise and I would generously, humbly assume that responsibility. As you already know I taught some days of Bible last week and delighted in the experience. This week found me back at the school program – without any of the local mentors I benefited from before. Karen and I nearly ran the program this week. So I daily revisited my fear of misdirection.
But I have often been distracted – by the eager faces looking at me in expectation, the beauty of the morning walk, the kids’ laughter when I make a funny face or smile from ear to ear. By the brainwashing repetition of “This is the Day” and the need for a job to be done. Here, as in much of life, you must learn to roll with the punches. Can you teach Sunday school tomorrow? Be free, mam nace (no problem). Can you teach Bible all week without your safety blanket of experienced missionaries? Be free, mam nace. Would you like to make dinner for all the visitors with whatever shows up from market day? Be free, mam nace.
This is a world of endless possibilities to use my favorite phrase. No worries, be free!