Sunday, March 9 - Part 1

We woke up feeling great. Went to breakfast to meet Emmy. We presented him with the video camera and digital camera that the Lord has provided. This way many of you will get to know him just like us. We were kind of casually dressed. Emmy was not. He had on some very nice clothes. He told us we might want to change because the "governor" of his state (Mbarara disctict) was coming to hear our preaching. Ugh oh ... we both headed upstairs and put on the best clothes we had. It still wasn't nice enough in both of our eyes. Also, we would be presenting the minitstry students with their graduation diplomas. A real ugh oh. We were so honored that they would conider us for such a prestigious event.

We loaded in the van and headed for the church. About 1.5 miles away, we stopped. Something was happening. They WERE HOLDING A PARADE FOR US. Our jaws nearly hit the floor. We got in the back of a pick-up, stood up and waved to hundreds of friendly Ugandan people. They were so happy to see us. I could tell that they really knew us. How could this be? They have been praying for my family for a long time, and now we have arrived in their village. The parade was complete with a marching band (with rhythm), tons of great singing and dozens and dozens of little Ugandans running along side of our truck. I have been to a lot of parades in my life growing up for a time in New Orleans. This was an unbelievable experience for my family. I could see my girls' faces as they passed by one tiny home after another filled with people who have nothing, yet all smiling with joy. You couldn't ask for a better moment to show your children how incredibly fortunate we truly are. To much who is given, much is required. We knew we were right where the Lord wanted us to be.

As for what happened at the service ... log back on tomorrow. I better go back to the hotel and meet up with my girls.