Kamuda Community Church 45 minutes into the bush out of Soroti in north-central Uganda.

Yes, we are still alive and well though we haven’t had much energy to write posts lately. We have been very busy in the Soroti region of north-central Uganda. I am in the middle of the second week of two five day, M-F teaching weeks. The experience has been wonderful, but last Saturday, after the first week, we didn’t move much, but took a long Sabbath rest, only going into town toward the end of the afternoon to eat. I suspect next Saturday will also be spent sleeping, reading, and resting. Last Saturday, I was scheduled to preach in a church the next morning and so spent the evening preparing. Next Saturday we will be preparing to drive to a completely new place that we haven’t been before, a place about 80 km from here called Kaberamaido. That will be the last conference of this trip before we head for home on Nov. 13.

Early Monday morning we drove way out into the bush literally – flat as a pancake and covered with bushes, more mango trees than I‘ve ever seen in one area just growing wild at the side of the road, small homesteads with crops of many varieties growing around every bend in the road. After 45 minutes of steady driving, we arrived at a district called Kamuda and a beautiful new church building set beside the road only finished and opened this last August. It is a bit of an oddity in this humble place to have such a magnificent structure, but the funds were apparently donated by a church in California, and the building is impressive by any Ugandan standard.

The new building serves as the central gathering point for leaders to be trained in an area where over 300 have come to Christ in the last 18 months – a true revival. The Christians here are all very young, but they are eager to learn and enthusiastic and only just figuring out how this church thing is supposed to work. Most of the churches scattered widely through the area are primitive mud-wattle construction with thatch roofs and dirt floors, but this building here at Kamuda sits on a raised concrete foundation with brick walls smoothly plastered over and brightly painted.

    Gail, wearing a gifted African style dress, has taken the inexperienced kitchen crew, who are handling their first large event at the church, under her wing, and goes to check on them before the lunch is served.

Let me describe the enthusiasm, as it exceeds my experience in Uganda so far. I am teaching fairly basic Bible truths since it is my first meeting here, and I need to lay some foundation. So I have taught things like:

  • Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Cor. 3:16),
  • Prayer is a conversation between you and God,
  • The still, small Voice of God from 1 Kings 19:11-13
  • How to listen to God,
  • How to meditate in Scripture,
  • You are not under the Law, but under Grace, etc.

Some of the remarks that the students have made are, “My eyes have been opened! I never knew this,” “We have been deceived up till now, but now we can see for the first time,” and one excited pastor grabbed me on a break and said, “I have never heard such things. I’m being pinched and choked with every word so that it hurts me. Please don’t stop.”

The kitchen crew love this beautiful musungu adviser…as do I.

Today I taught on the church being an assembly of people instead of an institution or a building. I taught the priesthood of all believers from 1 Peter 2:5, 9:

  • You are a holy priesthood,
  • You are a royal priesthood,
  • You are all priests,
  • You all have a ministry,
  • You all have a gift,
  • You all have a calling.

    The hungry lunch line out to the kitchen.

I was astonished as the Holy Spirit fell in power on the seventy leaders gathered there, many of them less than two years old as Christians. A man was crying as the Spirit gripped him with the simple realization of who he was in Christ; a woman was weeping as she discovered that God wanted to use her to reach her neighbors with the gospel; others raised their hands to the Lord and a solemn quiet descended on the building; one testified that she had a vision of Christ standing at the front of the meeting with His arms outstretched to the people. My skin prickled with the presence of God. I prayed for one elderly gentleman who wanted his eyes to be healed just enough so he could read his Bible.


Bob teaching on the temple and the Holy Spirit.

All this because I taught a simple truth from scripture to hungry people. I am again impressed with the power of the Truth to set people free. The people are poor in this area, small land-holders who scratch out a living from their farms that fortunately sit on land that will grow virtually anything. They eat most of what they grow. Today they ate from the Word of God as He Himself walked among them.

We are tired, but we are having a great deal of fun! And…we have been invited now to three completely new areas to do training of church leaders, one on the difficult-to-access eastern slope of Mt. Elgon, the highest mountain in Uganda and third highest in Africa, an area where they seldom get musungu visitors but have many new churches. Hmm, sounds just like my cup of tea!