It was Sunday yesterday and I preached the gospel in a small Ugandan church way out of town in a village. Their spirit was amazing. I wasn’t in the building 3 minutes before I was swept up in the beautiful African praise and worship and God spoke to me and answered that big question Gail and I have been asking Him for the last 18 months. He has been saying wait, wait, I have a plan, I will tell you.  Yesterday, He swept me up in a moment of clarity that brought me to tears, standing in a small fellowship of African worshippers, glorifying the same God with the same Spirit I know from back in the States. Now I have to ponder this word to understand its applications.

I would give you more details about what God spoke to me, but it was, as is often the case with me, in imagery. The imagery has much history with me that it would take too long to explain here. So I have two considerations: one is that I must share it first with my wife, who patiently waits at home, wishing she were here with me and seeking the answer to the same question about what He is doing with our life, where our ministry in Him is going. The second consideration is that I must spend some deep time pondering the meaning of this imagery He has shown me because in one image, He has spoken a volume of meaning. There are many possible applications and I must meditate in Him much and continue to ask for clarification. So because of these considerations, I can’t share more with you at this time. But, as Gail and I understand more fully what He is telling us, we will share. I will say that this will focus our future direction, which is what we have been asking for. So, even apart from the teaching, which I felt the Holy Spirit just picked up and flung through me to the people gathered there, it was truly a great day.

I did get some further insight on the Source of the Nile, which explains to me why the answers I was getting earlier were a bit ambiguous. I thought it was the language barrier – they speak English and Luganda here and up to 40 other languages and dialects throughout the country. I preach with an interpreter, so even though English is the official language, many do not speak it well. Anyway, apparently an entrepreneur has set up a spot on the shore of Lake Victoria called, “The Source of the Nile,” as a tourist attraction, which, of course, they charge money to see. So when you ask about the source of the Nile, you might get an answer about the tourist attraction or about the lake itself, hence the ambiguity I was experiencing. I asked my interpreter, Charles, if Lake Victoria was actually the source of the Nile, and he admitted that this is true, and that the Nile River does indeed proceed out of Lake Victoria from the city we are staying in, JinJa. So I said, well, then, I have seen the source of the Nile for free. He laughed the lovely Ugandan laugh that includes a brilliant smile and crinkled eyes that is so infectious. I laughed my typical American male base “ho-ho” that the Indians loved to actually laugh “at.” We were having a good time as we drove back from the preaching point across rolling, green hills and forests and cultivated sugar cane and corn fields, all mixed together with native huts and brick homes many with their entire front yards buried under coffee beans spread out six inches deep, drying in the sun.

I will leave you with that image in your heads as I continue to prepare for teaching many church leaders today about church-planting principles from 9 am to 8 pm tonight. A long and glorious day in Him.