I’m standing in front of 35 teachers and administrators of the Main Street Primary School in Jinja. Behind me are five full time missionaries; two Sisters, two Elders, and my sweetheart, RaNae. We’ve come to share a discussion centered on The Plan of Salvation, as taught by our Church.
Since this is a mixed group, I greet them first in the name of Jesus Christ (for the Christians), and second using the greeting Mash’Allah, meaning God wills it (for the Muslims). As we proceed to sing and pray and teach, I am impressed with the diversity in the room. I invite our missionaries to introduce themselves to the group. They hail from South Africa, Tanzania, Ghana, and the U.S.
Today I am impressed more than ever how the origin, religion, position or background of any person has vanished like smoke in the wind. Of course there are obvious differences, but our unity as a human family and children of a loving God overwhelms me with a feeling of peace.
Before coming here to Uganda, we knew this logically. But now that knowledge has migrated to our hearts. We no longer see race. We don’t see poverty or power. We just see brothers and sisters from all over, doing the best they can.
I pray we will remember this when we return home next week. I feel certain we will. We’re all in this together, you and me. We’re here to live and breathe and learn and struggle, to forgive and love and teach and forgive again.
As we pass out the American Donuts after singing Families Can Be Together Forever, I feel at peace. We take the family photo at top after we arrive at the missionary apartments. How grateful I am to be part of all of God’s family. Every one.