Kelly Turntine, a two-time team member, shared these words with us during one of our devotion times this week. They are a beautiful capture of what so many of us were feeling! Thank you, Kelly!!
I step off the plane, I breathe in the thick, fresh air
I embrace the dark night of Africa, not a sense of mine impaired.
Riding through the towns and villages, the smells change with each mile.
As I think of the days to come, my face can’t help but smile.
The sights I will see, dances I’ll enjoy and hands I will hold secure.
Faces of friends, dances of dreamers Hands of angels, of that I’m sure.
Yet all at once my heart is troubled; pings of sadness depress my mood.
When I witness houses built with mud, inside families without food.
Uganda is a contradiction, in the most devastating way
For a moment you feel utter bliss, but turn your head and it's dismay.
How natural it seems, dazzling fruit stands and hills of passing farms.
Yet unnatural when you see the small-child tending it with body builder arms.
People with wealth beyond their awareness ponder why I come to such a land;
The danger, the dirt, the damage, they just don’t understand.
These words do not affect me though, my heart follows a different decree.
From the mouth of Jesus who said,
“what you do to the least of my brethren, you do to me.”