Okay, maybe not that often. Anyway, on to the life and times of a Mzungu in Africa. Apart from me becoming cooler and even more handsome, not so much has been happening...nothing out of the norm, that is. I went to Kyaninga Lodge again, so check my Flickr for pictures on that. There is quite an awesome story that happened that day, but that is my little secret. Muawahaha! Now let the curiosity devour you!
Anyway, I have a busy month. It is my last official month here in Africa before I go back home. We have the convention in Mbarara on the 19th and 20th, and then the C.O. visit on the 28th-....3rd? Something like that. Then we have a lot of little things packed into the month that make it fly. But let me tell you about what is going on in the congregation.
Do you remember me mentioning the Chousozi (Seriously, I have no idea how to spell it) group? Its a small group that we are trying to get into a congregation. I personally haven't done anything with it yet, (shame, shame) but the local need greaters and congregation are doing great. JUST recently we rented a small building to serve as a Kingdom Hall. Once a month, the congregation has a meeting there, with the public talk and watchtower study.
Then in Fort Portal, we just started a new Rutoro meeting. (Rutoro is the local language, remember) So now on Sundays there is the English meeting at 10am, and the Rutoro meeting at 2pm. So on Sundays our congregation has been split in half, while on Saturdays (Our Theocratic Ministry School and Service Meeting) is as normal. This marks an end to the translation of the public talks, so I'm thankful I was able to share in that before it went away. Oh, that reminds me.
|Me and my Translator, Abraham|
(Random fact: I'm at a restaurtant blogging right now, and some lady from Kampala sat next to me just now. She laughs like a dinosaur. Probably from the cigarette she is smoking...what a way to ruin my mountain dew! *Grumble grumble*)
Anyway, I enjoyed giving the talk.
|Random Picture Time: Witnessing through a wedge!|
Recently, I've been getting sort of....nostalgic. Can you be nostalgic about something even when you haven't left yet? Maybe there is another word for it that I don't know yet, but I'm going to call it nostalgia. I've been getting nostalgic about Africa. Well, not Africa particularly, but more of...what I've experienced in Africa. The feeling of knowing that you're allowed to be a part of something special, of something unique. The sense of adventure, of experience, of stretching further than you have ever gone.
THAT is why I need to keep my next skyline directly in front of me. Honduras is coming up soon, and I will be right back into it like I am now. If I am honest with you, I have this haunting feeling that I'll chicken out if I wait too long. So no thinking or contemplating, no worrying or deliberating, just shut up and move forward! That's my secret! Most people would tell me to carefully consider my steps before I take them, but if I did that then I would never get anywhere. How do you think I made it into Africa? Not by carefully considering if I would be able to handle it, asking about all the challenges that are involved, and thinking ahead. My method is more like...jump and then ask. If I tried it any other way, I'd talk myself out of it. Besides, like the last article in the current watchtower says, we are built up to handle ANY trial. The way I see it is that if Jehovah allows it to happen to you, then that is his stamp of approval that you will be able to handle it if you reply on him. :]
Alright, I'm not here to give you a motivational speech or stir in your hearts a desire to do something crazy, so I'll stop here. Besides, its time to drink some Dew!