Thursday, March 30, 2006


There I am again with my classic holding my arm out shot...the car was stopped thank God. I think I have to worry more about a car accident than mosquitos!

I'm trying to document everything while I can remember because remembering and writing are things that gives us power. I am sure if Pastor Mike could type well himself he would share his own story, but me being the American who grew up with a computer, I get the pleasure of relaying the story of an amazing man. He is someone who knows the exact number of Sudanese refugees in Uganda and has knocked on all of their doors to offer them relief. I will go with him in May to a refugee camp where we will minister to his people.

He is a man who went back to Sudan with no possessions except medicines like cough syrup and pepto bismol, his Bible, a guitar, and a microphone and every day would preach hope in the camps. Every morning they would look for him. He became a doctor of sorts to the people, but mostly a kind of savior.

Pastor Mike is a Sudanese refugee who fled his country years ago amidst terror and violence brought on by Muslims in the North. He was luckier than most and took refuge in Kenya where he studied theology through the help of a church. As I spoke to him of my desire to help end the war in Northern Uganda, as usual, he explained things are complicated and more tied to Sudan than even I realized. These are really Pastor Mike's words more or less, not mine, so I cannot lay claim to them and in an effort to be politically correct, I am not trying to demonize Islam, but simply tell the truth as experienced by a refugee. There have been histories of violence in all religions, but I think we must take seriously what is happening in Africa.

If you want end the war in the North you must first look to Sudan. This is not a political problem as much as it is a spiritual one. If you look up and see that mosque, you see the spire reaching towards God (much like the tower of Babel I said, and we had a good laugh:)
but the Muslim agenda is to squeeze the life out of each country in Africa through violence and then when that country is in desperate need, come in offering help and convert people. I met many Pastors in Sudan when I went back whose arms had been chopped off because they would not become a Muslim because they knew the truth of Jesus. When I brought Bibles to Sudan a helicopter attacked us with bombs and literally all of our supplies were destroyed except the Bibles lying intact on the ground. For Islam, Northern Uganda is just the gateway to the conversion of the rest of Africa through torture and displacement of those who do not accept their way. Kony's agenda (leader of the LRA) even though he will not admit it, is really to spread Islam and he is a tool in the hands of the Islamic military. His rampages of murder and atrocities against innocent people is really just a way the Muslims in Sudan are forcing the people to their knees. I am most sad when I see the Muslim relief trucks come to the people because I know their strategy. All Sudanese Christians know it is the Muslims who are oppressing them, and yet they come with their "relief" and say "look at what we have done for you. Where are the Christians? They have done nothing for you. Become one of us..." And so on. I know a man who says, I love Jesus but I go to mosque because I need food. For me, it is not Museveni who will end this war, but my hope is to raise up Sudanese refugees as Christian leaders who will go back to their country and stand firm against the spread of Islam before they infiltrate the rest of Africa. We cannot look at this simply with human eyes or human solutions. We must see this as a spiritual problem. But we need resources. The people, they need so much help.

I am amazed at his bravery and humbled that such a man as this drives me around every day as part of his service to Dr. Lynn and their partnership in aiding Sudanese refugees.
I wish I could write more, but I am so tired. I will send more pictures of Uganda soon, but I wanted to tell his story.
with love,
Sarita

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Uganda has been called the "pearl of Africa," and when I stepped off the plane onto the tarmac, felt the warm sticky breeze and saw the green hills, I felt that the saying was true. Or maybe I was just so glad to be on land that anything looked good to me after 2 days of flying, a 9 hour layover in London, and a baby crying in the cramped seat behind me on the plane. My desire to connect with you all and let you know how things are must be pretty intense because I'm running off 4 hrs of sleep in 36 hours. :) And you know how slow dial-up is....well imagine 3times slower than that. Yeah, dedication!


T. S. Eliot has a poem that says "And what you thought you came for Is only a shell, a husk of meaning From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled If at all. Either you had no purpose Or the purpose is beyond the end you figured And is altered in fulfilment. There are other places Which also are the world's end, some at the sea jaws, Or over a dark lake, in a desert or a city—But this is the nearest, in place and time..."

I think I have begun a journey that holds more than I planned for, in which I am the recipient so much so of God's sweet and generous blessings, that my "agenda" or what I intended to give will be wiped from my lips in awe and in the kind of humility that comes from witnessing something greater than yourself. I am already so endeared to 2 girls who cook and clean for Dr. Lynn. Ok hold up--I know you're thinking--what Dr. Lynn is black and she has slaves ;) Believe me, I felt really weird today and kept trying to clumsily pick up dishes and, and mentioned that I do know how to do laundry, etc. I'm still not completely comfortable with the idea of having someone do something for me when I am perfectly able myself. I started thinking about it and asking them questions and realized that they are really happy here, that for them, this is part of their ministry, along with being a job that provides for them in a country where jobs are scarce. They sing while they cook cabbage and I am utterly enthralled with them, and this place.
(other than the fact that I'm being visciously attacked my a mosquito as I write this--don't worry mom, I took my malaria pills)

This afternoon I sat on the porch of this gorgeous house Dr. Lynn has bought, staring out to Lake Victoria, the umbrella shaped bananna trees, the tiled roofs the color of Arizona desert, smoke, clay, sun, the smell of vegetation and Harriet humming softly over a pan of fried onions and peppers.
Seriously the pineapple tastes so good here I'm wondering if we even have the same fruit in the States.

I am soaking it all in because I know that when I go to the North there will be dry streets and IDP camps where people are dying. The disparity between the South and the North is so striking and so sickening.

Tomorrow I get orientated at a crisis preg center where I will be helping out in May when I come back to Kampala after we leave for Rwanda for 3 weeks. I'm seeing how God plans our lives out so that everything we touch and do is used. Next week I'll be Dr. Lynn's Admin assistant at the trauma counseling training we are putting together. I know, you're thinking, there must be some mistake....Sarita, being logistical and detail-oriented. I tried to tell her, it wasn't my "gifting" if you will, but then I realized it would be just another opportunity to learn and to serve in an area I'm not comfortable with which, will ultimately mean growth. That sounds really mature doesn't it? :) Yeah it's strange, I felt such an attitude adjustment when I met Dr. Lynn and saw how much stress she is under and met her wonderful staff and I just wanted to help in whatever capacity, even if it isn't exactly what I wanted to do in the first place.

Ok so the battery is running out on this computer and the electricity is out, so I am literally sitting by the light of my LED flashlight, happy to be here, but wishing I could share it with everyone I love.

Pray for my continued health and sleep
That I could hear God clearly in the coming days and understand what he is teaching me here, and what calling I am being pointed towards
Pray for the people of Rwanda that we are going to minister to--for their emotional healing--most of them are genocide survivors and are counseling other survivors
Pray that the freaking dogs in the compound over stop barking!


So surprise, my SIM card didn't work so I had to get a new one so I have a new cell #
011 256 782265525

I leave you with this verse I was reading that pretty much encapsulates the feeling I have right now and in hope of all your dreams yet to come true:

"You have given me my heart's desire and have not withheld the request of his lips, for you met him with rich blessings and you set a crown of fine gold upon his head. He asked life of you and you gave it to him." Ps. 21:24

ps--will try to get pictures soon..not as easy over here, as you can imagine