I have this great up-beat, positive blog post half written about spending several hours yesterday morning planning with the CLIDE staff for their annual medical outreach in the peace village. I was writing about how excited I am to think and plan about what we’ll be doing out there in just a few short weeks. About how we’ll be staying in tents in very rural Uganda while serving the poorest of the poor with a big team, all people who are passionate about making an eternal difference in the lives of hurting people. It was going to be a nice post.
But then in the afternoon Mandy called about a 13 year old girl in the jail with a newborn baby she had just heard about. We headed out to find her and see if there was anything we could do. So now I have to blog about this poor kid who was raped by her father and is pretty sick with a postpartum infection. Immaculate, the 13 year old mother, now has a newborn and no support. Her own mother seems to be an alcoholic with no job or source of income and the baby’s father is on his way to prison. When we went to her home we found several other malnourished children who should be attending school but aren’t. The whole situation is ugly and feels so hopeless. We got Immaculate and Christine (the newborn) medical care and things to meet their immediate needs. But it feels like we barely scratched the surface. Father God, we are not able to restore hope and bring something good out of this despair. But you are. We plead with you to touch this young girl and her newborn. Wrap your arms of love around them and show your power in a supernatural way. Amen
Mandy did a great job and posted a bunch more details and pictures than I did. Her blog is here. And follow up that she did a few days later in the middle of this post.
Mandy did a great job and posted a bunch more details and pictures than I did. Her blog is here. And follow up that she did a few days later in the middle of this post.
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