Friday, March 29, 2013


Wednesday nights are awesome for two reasons: we have beans and rice for dinner (my favorite!), and it’s cell night! Watoto Church is a cell-based church, meaning everything is centered around small groups that meet in homes around the city. I have made a habit of stopping by the information desk on Wednesday mornings and peeking at the cell agenda, so I can prepare my answers to the questions ahead of time. Cheating, I know! “To close out cell this week,” it said “each person should name someone they will invite to Easter services this weekend. Pray over these names together.” I turned to my friend and complained “Ugh! I’m so sad that I don’t have anyone to invite! All my friends here already go to Watoto!”

Mmm chapati. Chapti is my favorite Ugandan snack, and my friend, Thomas, sacrificed a 500 UGX Crane to fill my growling belly during our morning break. It’s 1:00 and we’re released for lunch, but I am still full from my chapati, so I grab my Bible and a pen and head to the sanctuary to spend my lunch break with God. I sit down on the hard wooden pew, open up to the book of Deuteronomy and begin reading where I left off.

At that time the Lord said to me, ‘Cut for yourself two tablets of stone like the first, and come up to me on the mountain and make an ark of wood. And I will write on the tablets the words that were on the first tablets that you broke, and you shall put them in the ark.’ So I made an ark of acacia wood, and cut two tablets of stone like the first, and went up the mountain with the two tablets in my hand. And he wrote on the tablets, in the same writing as before, the Ten Commandments that the Lord had spoken to you on the mountain out the midst of the fire on the day of the assembly. And the Lord gave them to me. Then I turned and came down from the mountain and put the tablets in the ark that I had made. And there they are, as the Lord commanded me. –Deuteronomy 10:1-5

Hold on. God, why don’t you talk to me like that? It would be so awesome if you gave me such specific instructions all the time, like you did to Moses. I bet Moses was never confused about what you wanted him to do!

“Go to the street.”


 “Go to the street,” and in my mind, I see myself sitting on the steps just outside the church.

After doubting for a few seconds, I decide that if this really is God speaking to me, I’m not going miss it.

I walk out of the sanctuary and out the front door and take my place on the steps, just like I saw in my mind. A guy comes up to me and asks me my name and where I’m from. He seems to be kind of a creeper, and I’m thinking “God, really? Did you bring me out here for some guy to hit on me?” But then I notice a girl directly across from me, sitting with her head in her lap. I wait a few minutes to see what would happen, avoiding eye contact with the creeper to my left. There are people around this girl, but I think she’s here alone. I take a deep breath, walk over to her and sit down. “Are you okay?” She says she’s feeling dizzy and I give her my water. She explains that she had a doctor’s appointment at 11:00, but the doctor wasn’t in, and they told her to come back at 3:00. She’s just sitting here waiting.

“What’s your name?”


If you were under the impression that you can’t get goosebumps when you're sitting in blazing African sunshine, you are wrong. 

“It’s good to meet you, Faith.”

Faith is what got me here. Faith is the reason I’m sitting outside my church in Uganda, talking to a complete stranger. Faith is the reason I listened when He told me to go to the street. 

We make small talk, and she tells me she goes to Makerere University. We’re having a huge praise rally at Makerere later this week! My lunch break is coming to an end, so I invite her to the praise rally and the Easter service on Sunday, and she says she hopes she can make it!


Holy Spirit, give me faith to listen, and faith to do what You say, even when it sounds crazy. Jesus, give me faith to follow wherever You lead with my eyes and heart wide open.

1 comment:

  1. Natalie,
    You probably get tired of me commenting on EVERY blog you write, but I just can't tell you enough how much I enjoy them. Your blogs always leave me in awe of you and your dedication to God and His calling. They make me smile and love you even more (if that were possible!). :) Take care of yourself, Gammy