In August of this year, 2007, I was privileged to visit Uganda with Jean Kaye after a medical mission trip in Kenya.
A primary goal while in Uganda was to visit a project that was currently underway near Jinja. The project is in an outlying, poverty stricken, area called Masese. H.E.L.P. International sent a container to H.E.L.P. Uganda with supplies to start a vocational training center as well as humanitarian aid to this impoverished area. Unfortunately the building that will house the training center can’t be completed without further funding so all is on hold until the time that need is met.
Jean Kaye met with some young men waiting for the vocational center and with some of the village leaders expressing their gratitude for the assistance H.E.L.P. had already given and hoping for the completion of the building so they can start meeting the considerable needs of their people. We walked the perimeter of the unfinished building and prayed for God’s plan to be forthcoming and the enemy of poverty to be defeated. We walked to their medical clinic and installed hospital beds and a few other medical items. A few chairs were taken to their school. All along the way we were flocked by children and I felt what Jesus must have felt as He walked amid the throngs of the needy. I loved holding their hands as we walked; shaking hands with even the littlest of them and listening to them practice their English words. They were full of smiles and excitement. We were full of prayers as we witnessed their living conditions.
While there we took the opportunity to distribute t-shirts donated by Group Publishing as the children were dressed in rags or without clothes at all. Of course there is never enough. Distended bellies showed the hunger and malnutrition that was rampant. Hundreds of children were there to see the “white people”. In anticipation of this Jean Kaye had given our escort, Frank, some money to buy papayas and oranges and some sweets. Not having any idea of the number of children that would be there we were we were in horror knowing we hadn’t come with enough for each child. How could we turn any of them away! The fear of disappointing any of these wonderful children was so overwhelming we could hardly enjoy the delight of those receiving a treat. We both sat on a porch watching the distribution as we cried and prayed for God to multiply like He did with the loaves and fishes. We knew He was capable of having baskets left over with only a small supply to begin with. We prayed and prayed. All of a sudden the end of the line came and the last child received their papaya! The adults helping were given a papaya and there was still fruit and sweets left!! We took them with us to another village where the Karamajong people (refugees from Northern Uganda) live and gave to those kids too. God is so very wonderful! We learned once again about the heart of our Father for His children. I am not sure whether the children receiving the treats or the adults witnessing the miracle were the most blessed.