In 2008, I led a team of 4 high school students and 3 adults to Uganda. The experience completely changed my life. In 2011, I am returning... this time with family and friends. And... I am beyond excited. After returning from Uganda in 2008, I joined staff with Fount of Mercy (www.fountofmercy.org) as their Director of Communications. I am honored to work with such amazing people and get to correspond with them throughout their journey's. However, I am most excited about this opportunity to go with these dear friends and family members, and yet again watch how God changes lives. Please check on this blog through the time we are gone (January 8th-23rd) and on into our return to hear our thoughts,view photos, and overall capture the essence of the work we're a part of.
Below is an except from my personal blog back in 2008 when I returned. =)
July 2008
"It's one thing to look at a picture, or hear a story. You're able to connect, at least on some level, with your senses. Whether it be your eyes seeing something beyond comprehension or your hand touching something unfamiliar, or uncomfortable ... you connect. However, the remarkable happens... no the Divine happens... when one is able to fully engage in something with all five of their senses. This was Africa to me. My senses were on overload, if you will. I saw things I never imagined, I felt the tiny hands of a baby orphan and had the tears of a widowed woman dying of AIDS fall down my neck... I tasted the culture and enjoyed the hospitality or a beautiful people, I smelled differences in appearance and in hygene and heard the laughter of contentment, the voices of children singing, "wel-o-come to our visitors..." and I was completely captivated.
To be perfectly honest... I do not easily adapt. Though raised in a family that traveled... I think that change is something I have grown to dislike. =) On each of my previous mission trips, I had a moment of intense culture shock in which I adamantly longed to find myself in the conforts of home. However, this was not the case in Uganda. I felt safe, comfortable, and content. I loved the dirt, the chaos, the bright colors, and curious glances. I loved the dancing, the hugging, the immense joy that exuded from even the loneliest soul. I treasured the prayers, and was amazed at the talent... and was so broken to leave. Though happy to be home... a piece of me truly was left in the little village of Iganga and with the people of Wiraika.
As I settle into reverse culture shock, I am amazed that it was all real. It already appears as a snapshot in my mind. I write this to say that this trip is not over. I cannot stay silent about the things I have seen, what I have heard, the strange things I smelled, the tastes of Africa still left in my mouth, and the touch of the widows and orphans.... and so I remind you... that religion that is pure... is to visit widows and orphans. This is the way to impact the Kingdom... to live the Gospel... to read the Bible and to actually do what it says. What hidden Divinity is found there.
You'll hear more. =) I cannot go back to who I was before this trip... as that perspective has been shattered. So gear up... I have something to say... and I won't stop sharing. =)
~Rebecca Brown
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