We have arrived and settled in for another eight week trip to Uganda. Our adventures began almost immediately Thursday morning as my driver Alfred and Pastor David Waisana picked us up from the hotel. It is a long, trying three-hour drive from Entebbe to Jinja through riotously heavy traffic in downtown Kampala where anything goes driver-wise. Alfred opted to take a roundabout route to the North of the city that we had previously worked out which avoids the downtown area.

We were progressing nicely when I felt an unexpected lump in my pocket as I shifted in the seat –I reached in and pulled out the hotel room key. Now this in itself was kind of comical because it was a regular sized key attached to a huge, triangular, flat piece of wood. When we first locked our door that morning to go to breakfast, we chuckled over the size of the key chain and even remarked that they probably didn’t want anyone accidentally putting it in their pocket and walking out with it, and it sure looked like they were tired of losing keys (ha-ha we said to each other as we blithely walked out to the breakfast area, hauling our keychain over our shoulder).

As you have no doubt figured out, after breakfast the car arrived, and we were busy hauling and loading suitcases and checking out. During all this hectic activity I somehow unconsciously actually managed to cram the key, boat-anchor and all, into the pocket of my jeans so my hands could be free.

I guess I am no princess-and-the-pea kind of guy – I did not feel a thing as we drove off even though I had actual lumber crammed in my pocket. It seemed obvious to us that they really did not want to lose that key, considering the preventive security measures I had ignored so completely.  I think I was just excited to be “on our way.”

So we stopped on the side of the road somewhere north of Kampala and had a long discussion of what to do about the key. I was not in a go-back-all-the-way-to-the-hotel kind of mood, so we quickly scrapped that idea – this particular journey is arduous enough already without back-tracking. Many other ideas were floated – hire a boda-boda man to take the key back (no, they often cannot be trusted  and  may take the money but not return the key); mail it from the post office (well, the postal service in Uganda is sketchy and the key may never get there); send it with one of the taxi’s that goes to the airport since the hotel is near there (that’s not a bad idea if we can locate the right taxi on this particular road);  the newspaper company headquartered in downtown Kampala has a delivery service which will take packages along their delivery routes for a fee (that’s an interesting concept);and so on.

Finally, the taxi idea rose to the top, so we went to a gas station looking for change so we could pay a small fee to a taxi, assuming we could find one headed for the airport. While we were there, the Spirit whispered to me, “Why don’t you use Kingdom Post?” Strangely, I understood what this meant. So I gathered our crew and asked if there was a reputable church around here where we could find an honest Christian brother or sister who wanted to earn a small amount of money delivering our package. Both David and Alfred said they knew a pastor who used to be in Jinja who had moved to this area, so they asked around a bit, and soon we were driving down narrow dirt alleys seeking his church. We turned out onto a wider dirt road and there was his church right in front of us.

Just as we were pulling up to the church, a well-dressed young man was walking up, and he stopped and asked if we needed help. He apparently worked with the pastor in the church, and when we presented our dilemma, he was excited at the opportunity to earn a little money. So for the equivalent of $9.00 and change, the key was successfully delivered back to its owners within the hour by God’s own appointed and ordained Kingdom post-man.

His plans are the best plans. Amen.