Hi from uganda

On Sunday I preached at Moses’ church. It was again an amazing time which has left me speechless. I am very impressed with the care that young Moses has for his parishioners. He has grown very much as a person since we first came here.

We went there in the car of a parishioner which has a windscreen with an incredibile networth of cobweb cracks. Apparently hail stones in a severe storm had damaged it. The engine was making a terrible noise and it sounded to me as though something was dragging on the ground underneath us. As you know it is incredibly slippery when it rains and we managed to skid through several 90 degree turns on the way to the church. (I came back on the back of Moses’ motor bike!)

I love to sit out under the trees here in Uganda. They offer shade and usually a little breeze and the most extraordinary birds vie for my attention. At Lwankuba we have some rough wooden benches under some avacado trees, and I call this the “board room”. We sit and dream dreams and sort out problems under the shade of the trees, looking out over the lush green hills.

I found that the men working for us on the farm had no boots, and were in real danger from snakes in the bush when they are ploughing with the oxen. Tomorrow I am doing to get some Wellingtons for them.

One of the men is called “Mambo”. He has been on the farm for so long that nobody can track it. Before we took over he was sometimes here alone, and received no pay, but although he originated in the Congo this is now his home. “Mambo” is not a real name here. It may be from Swaheli “Mambo Jambo” but nobody really knows. He is excellent with the cows and it is his responsibility to look after Sarah, Jean, Nina, Ann Potts and all the other donated cows.