Mission Statement

In classical sacrifices, the people get the good bits, and the gods get the refuse, the bits that would get thrown out otherwise.

Not our God. Leviticus (particularly Leviticus 3) describes the sacrifices that our LORD demanded from His people of Israel. God gets the kidneys, the tail, and all the fat. He gets the prime steak, He gets the best.

Today we do not literally give sacrifices of animals. For us the ultimate sacrifice has been made through our Lord, Christ Jesus. But should always be our ambition to do the same thing - to offer God the best of what we have, to offer Him the fat, and not the smoke and bones.

Monday, 4 March 2013

Sunday 13.11.11 7th full day in Uganda

I woke, ate, had my quiet time. From a bit before 8AM there was music coming from the church. I assumed it was an extra practice, but turns out that it was the Lubra service. At 10, we headed over for the Luganda service, though it turned out that it didn’t start until 10:30. The service was much more difficult than the prayer meeting, because the sermon goes for 1 ½ hours. It’s all translated into English, but the English translation is not easy to understand. The passage was Genesis 4, on Cain and Able. At the end they got me to stand up and greet everyone, which I had no idea I was going to do.

About 1/3 of Uganda has been born again in the last 20 years, and about 80% is Christian, with the non-born-agains being mostly a combination of Catholics and Anglicans. 10% is Muslim, and the rest is mostly traditional religions. Amongst the Indian population, Hinduism is the main religion.

After church I had a nap, and woke to find that Britt, Andrew and the girls had gone out to Kampala. While they were gone I watched a DVD called War Dance, which is a doco on the National Dance competition, and the Patoyo Primary School which entered. Patoyo is in a government camp to protect the Northern Acholi people from the LRA. After watching I looked up the number of tribes in Uganda – 64.

Britt and Andrew got back, and they had walked for miles in search of tradition Ugandan food, and had ended up eating in a very Western style cafe. They saw several beggars, including a six month old, which Britt said she could hardly bear to leave there, and a man eating from the gutters. Unia came over and showed us her new hair style, which had taken 5 hours! It was very nice, but I’d never sit for 5 hours to get my hair done. I went on the internet and went to bed.

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