Back in Kaabong

      

   

Yesterday, we loaded up in a small van, kids in toe and headed to the end of the black top to meet J. Lira was where the good roads ran out. J had stopped on the roadside and purchased two bags of roasted pork, a Baganda specialty. We met J early afternoon, loaded his Land Cruiser, and made the mad dash to Kaabong. 

    We were now midway in a ten hour day on the road. Loaded with gear, we bounced the rest of the way to through Karamoja, five adults, three kids, and a dozen chickens. It was a good trip. We pulled into Kaabong just before dark and were greeted by old friends and new. Ngole was one of the first. He looked quite noble setting there on his big bicycle, smiling and waving his hands.         

          Being back in Kaabong was sobering. The basecamp had never looked so good. Even in the dark, it was clear that so much had happened in the six months that we had been gone. Our home was now a home of others. My garden had been planted by another and my coffee plants seemed to miss me more than the rest. The weather was cool. A soft breeze moved among the buildings and we were together. We sat at table enjoying spaghetti, cold Coke-a-Colas, and overdue conversation. It was a memorial night. The kids swarmed each other. They talked and played and enjoyed getting on each others nerves. 

cont:     The next several days were wonderful. We were encouraged to see all that God has completed in Kaabong. When we left J and Susan were the only ones there. There are now eight Adults working full time form Kaabong. Three days of meeting rendered a renewed and clarified vision for Echelon's future. The biggest focus of the year will be a multi-etnic multi-month training. This will be a huge amount of work for everyone. Pray for the upcoming Echelon church planters training. 

          We were honored to spend time this the expanded team. But it had to come to an end. Sadly we left and bumped along the road for ten hours back to Kampala. Wed. we head back to Kuajok.