Thursday, July 19, 2012

One book has many chapters and my pages are turning.

    Well it's been a little more than a week since we left Uganda. I'm so glad to finally be home and be with my family and friends! I definitely missed them more than I could have ever imagined! It's so strange being back home! No longer do I have to wait 15 minutes for warm water, use a candle when the sun goes down, or walk everywhere I need to go. I love the simplicity of Africa... but i'm not gonna lie... I love first world conveniences!
    It's amazing how quickly I'm jumping back into reality! I spent last week at RYM and tomorrow I'm going to my college orientation at Liberty University in Lynchburg, VA! Yes, that's right, my college orientation! I can't believe how quickly high school has flown by! I can't possibly be old or mature enough to leave home and go to college! Especially to a school that's 10 hours away! But I'm convinced the Lord has amazing  things ahead of me and I couldn't be more excited!
    Being home has really allowed me to sit and contemplate all that the Lord has been doing in my life this summer. KK and I both prayed that God would not let us return home the same... and He definitely answered our prayers! I know for me personally my time spent in prayer and in the word while in Africa gave me such a renewed love and desire for God! He taught me so much about myself and about my own brokenness and as a result my great need for Him! God is so good and knew exactly what lessons I needed to learn before going off to school. My prayer for this next year is that God will continue the work He has started within me and that He will use me as a instrument for His glory on Liberty's campus and in every other area of my life.
    Thanks to everyone who supported us this summer! We can't say enough how immensely blessed we were and are by all of you! I hope that through this blog you were encouraged by the work being done in Uganda just as much as we were!
    I want to say a special thanks to our families who allowed us to go. Mom, dad, Mr. and Mrs. Payne you have no idea what an opportunity it was to spend 7 weeks in Africa with Kadie Allen! I have returned a new person with greater zeal and passion for Christ! That would have never happened if it weren't for the four of you. Thank you for your trust in us but even more so your trust in the sovereignty of God! 
    With every end comes a new beginning. The "high school" chapter of my life has come to its end and thus a new chapter begins, the "college" chapter. I look forward to what lies on the pages to come!
- Mary Grace
   
   

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Ngamba Chimpanzee Sanctuary!

    Welcome to Ngamba Chimpanzee Sanctuary! KK and I, along with the Ebys and their friends visiting from North Dakota, visited Chimp Island yesterday! The island is located within the beautiful Lake Victoria! It is the largest lake in Africa and borders three different countries: Kenya, Uganda, and Tanzania! The island is located 23 km offshore Entebee. Once we arrived we were debriefed on the chimps by our guide Joseph. We learned that the island is a safe haven for more than 40 orphaned chimpanzees.  Most are there due to deforestation and poachers. 
    After our debriefing, we were able to watch the chimps being fed. I'm sure you've seen the recent Planet of the Apes. Well, imagine the screams of the apes as they are escaping their cells and attacking the city... That's the sound I heard as I walked towards the electrified fence. They were well aware feeding time was approaching and were becoming very impatient. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't scared. My heart pounded anticipating a similar escape and attack. But, thankfully, all was well. We stood for about half an hour watching their behavior... It was fascinating to say the least. They all stood, raising their arms when they wanted more. Some even made funny noises with their mouths getting the attention of the volunteers feeding them... almost like their very own "chimp whistle". 
The chimps would stand like this when they wanted food thrown at them!

    One of the African volunteers wore a shirt that said, "98.7% Chimp". I immediately remembered Mr. Miller's argument towards evolution informing our class that our DNA is 30% similar to a banana's. So i'm happy to say that African is also part banana. 
    We saw many other animals on the island including a Nile monitor! A giant lizard! Oh it was so cool! The nile monitor is a native to Africa and can grow up to 9 feet long! I couldn't help but think of all those days from my childhood, watching The Crocodile Hunter... I felt one step closer to my dreams of growing up to be Steve Irwin! The island is also home to more than 150 different species of birds! We even caught a glimpse of some extraordinary weaver birds and their nests!
    All in all, we had a fabulous day getting to see the beauty and intelligence in creation! On the boat ride home I caught myself singing, "Waves of mercy, waves of grace, everywhere I look I see your face! Your love has captured me! O my God, this love, how can it be?" Everywhere I look, especially in Africa, I can see God's face! 
Obviously this picture doesn't need much explanation...
but, here is the boat we road from Entebee to Chimp Island. 
Check out our sexy life jackets! Safety first! 


- Mary Grace


Sunday, June 24, 2012

Two Weeks is Too Little....

Another week has FLOWN by, and we're now to the "count down" days. Only 5 more days left of teaching our incredible kids, 2 more biblestudies with the girls, 2 more Sunday afternoon biblestudies, and 14 days left here in what now feels like our home, Uganda. It's a wonderful feeling and such a blessing to have TWO places I now think of as home and have my heart in. I am eager to see return to America and be with my sweet family and friends again, but my heart hurts at the very thought of having to leave the Eby's, the children at Zana, or this country in and of itself. It is truly something I thank the Lord for though, that He has given me an abundance of things to be thankful for on both sides of the world, in two opposite countries.

Lets see though, this week was filled with craziness at school as we administered mid-terms to the children each day. A mid-term for my Top Class tests their skills in language, social development, mathematics, and English. Unfortunately though, a lot of the material that was on the tests, were concepts that the children either had not understood when being taught, or had never even seen. Many words like "pineapple" and "sugarcane" were far above their reading level, making the questions that required them to draw these fruits quite difficult. It was hard for me to ignore their requests for help, and I can't lie, many times, I aided them and helped them along on a question until I was pretty much just telling them the answer myself:) I also couldn't help but smile when they were obviously NOT supposed to be helping each other, but the more intelligent ones would whisper the answer to those that are not quite as far along in the learning process. How could I discourage teamwork and being a good friend and helper? It just seemed wrong;) Needless to say, it was a full week, and one where I am thankful that the children are getting an education at all, but it also made me think about how much I would LOVE to stay here and give my life to helping educate these children in numerous ways and with various techniques that aren't used here yet. I just realized as I watched them take these tests, how important education is for them, how it is the only way that they will be able to help support themselves, their families one day, and even help influence their community and country. I am praying that if the Lord ever gives me the opportunity, I could come back and have a class of my own to teach, loving them each through their struggles and successes:) My heart is wrapped around these sweet children, to leave them in a week is going to hurt more than words can say. But it is such a comfort as I sit and look around the room everyday praying for them individually, that I know that even when I leave our great Heavenly Father will still be present here and will take care of them far better than I ever could!

Besides school everyday, we had wonderful biblestudies on Tuesday and Thursday on Purity and being ready for the coming back of Christ. The girls in our biblestudy asked many more questions this week, and we are so so encouraged with how we see them wanting to know more of the Word and what living for Christ looks like tangibly. There are many that are already so full of wisdom and know so much about the Scripture, and they are a constant encouragement and joy for me to listen to and learn from also. We also took another little outing on Tuesday to Kampala with Joel and Rebecca, as we made our way to the Cineplex downtown for a half-priced movie:) After two hours of waiting in traffic, we walked into the movie, hands full of popcorn and cokes! When we walked in Mary and I didn't know the movie had started (seeing how Joel had chosen the movie and we really had no idea what we were even seeing!). We sat down, talking pretty loudly, laughing, commenting on how much we loved a certain actor on the screen, thinking the whole time that we were watching the previews, and like all Americans at movies, you discuss each preview right?! Welllllll we soon learned, with a little bit of embarrassment, that this WAS the movie, not a preview, and we mine as well have been disrupting the whole place! I am sure every Ugandan in there was thinking, "Ignorant Muzungus" haha! We had a blast seeing "Battleship" though, and the four of us sang the whole way home, windows down, just enjoying a beautiful Ugandan night.

In our afternoons, Mr. Dave has pulled out some different movies for us to watch on Mormonism and the Jehovah's Witnesses lately, and they have been so educational and just fascinating, yet saddening to watch too. As we have learned about these people, we have seen men and women who believe they must kill each other for blood atonement, or a family that almost let their baby girl die because their belief in being a Jehovah's Witness did not allow for their daughter to be given a blood transfusion. It is heart breaking to see what choices people make due to the ideas and false teaching that other religions provide. While watching these though it hit me, why was I, Kadie Allen Payne, chosen by the Creator of the entire Universe, to be His daughter? Why wasn't I born in to a family that did not raise me to be a Christian? Where I might be in a home where they believe that their faith and actions are getting them to Heaven, but because they are not following Christ, their eternity is really in hell right now. I have been pondering so much on why do I get to be a Christian, saved by grace alone, who gets to spend eternity with the Father? Every bit of the Gospel: being chosen, being crucified for, I'm absolutely so underserving of and it baffles me beyond belief. This thought though, this recognition of how undeserving I am to have been chosen by God Himself, gives me such inspiration to share the Gospel more. One, because if I've been saved and chosen by this great price, then my only "debt" or "job" is to bring much glory to God. That's it, that's all God asks of me. That in return for Him giving up His perfect and blameless Son, He asks that I live a life that brings complete glory to Him. What deal could possibly be better than that?!:) But secondly, if I get this incredible blessing, I want to share it with as many as I can. I have know this my whole life. I know that there are non-believers, I know there are people going to hell. But I was once told that we should preach the Gospel to ourselves EVERY single day, and I think it' so true. Because with every single day, the Gospel becomes more real to me. And with that reality, comes a burning desire to share this Truth with those that are lost, so that they too can feel the incredible love and grace of what it means to be a daughter or son of the King.

On a sad note, I was told a story about one of the little girls in my class yesterday that brought me to tears. I have 35 children in my class, and although I love them all so much, it is hard to not want to hug on and love and laugh with the ones that are a little more outgoing and reciprocate the love. There is one sweet girl in my grade though whose name is Esther, and she is a little more reserved and less "lovey", but still so kind and always respectful and gracious. Yesterday, I was told about her life's story. A few years ago, when Esther was around 6 years old, she was seen limping with a cane on the side of the road by an MTW missionary here. The next day, the same missionary saw the her dragging herself now along the road, and so he stopped to see what was going on. Esther's leg was broken, and torn open, to the point where she had to have surgery and was hospitalized for 5 months to recover. It is said that he mother is absolutely crazy, like insane, and while the leg had been broken, she may have even taken part of the bone out of her daughter's leg. (This isn't actually 100% proven, but those I spoke to said this is what they heard). When Esther was better, her and her sister were taken back home now that she was healed. Within a day or two, the two sisters had run away from home back to the MTW missionary and another Pastor that lives here that had aided in Esther's recovery. The girl's mother had threatened to break Esther's leg again, and for years had been sending the girls out alone at night to get things for her, all along knowing that they were continually being raped by men in the town. The girls were removed from their home and are now in a safe living place and doing well in school for the most part. As I sit here and think about this story though, I am speechless when I think of all Esther has endured in her 8 years of living. I have not experienced HALF the pain that she has, half of the scars she will be left with, and I am twice her age. Although I already did love her, my heart goes out to her even more now, as I want to just hug her and wrap her up in my arms and tell her how much I love her. What I mostly pray though, is that Esther grows up not with resentment or bitterness, but instead a realization of how much Jesus loves her.

In hearing all this, I thought about how many other kids here have stories like that. How many teenagers or young children here have stories of violence or rape or have lived in the streets with nothing to eat before, no one who cares a thing in the world about them? It is hard to know, especially because many of my kids are limited in their ability to communicate in English. But it has opened my eyes to how much I want to show endless love and compassion and joy to every single individual I come in contact with, because you have no idea where they have been or what they are coming through. I pray that this realization will not only apply for me here, but that I will be convicted of this even more so in the US. It is so easy for us all to go about our busy days, and to love those that are maybe more talkative, show US love, or are involved in the things we are involved in. But I think about how every individual has a story, every person feels the effects of sin in this world, and has pain and suffering to some degree. I pray that my eyes will be opened to those that need encouragement and help, and that a day will not pass where I do not take the time to speak to a stranger, encourage someone I come in contact with, and take time out of my day to love on someone else. My biggest prayer here is that it will always be "less of me and more of Christ; less of me and more of others." I ask that you keep Esther in your prayers please, and also that this might challenge others like it has me, to reach out in love and gentleness to those the Lord places in our path.

Two weeks, that is all we have left from this exact day. My prayer is that these two weeks are filled with compassion, love, humility, teachability, grace, mercy, joy, and a desire to have God reveal more of Himself to us everyday. I continue to thank you for all the prayers, and hope you have a blessed Lord's day.

KK

Saturday, June 16, 2012

A Day at Zana!


    Here's a glimpse into what I do everyday at school...
    KK and I arrive at school around 9 o'clock each morning. It's been said that, "Americans have watches and Africans have time". Well we've grown quite accustomed to "Ugandan time"... so our 9 o'clock arrival time now ranges from 8:30- 9:30 depending on the morning.
    Once we arrive at school KK and I go our separate ways. In my baby class I help teach, "mark" the books (which i'm doing in the picture on the above), keep the children quiet, prepare the lessons in the books, and whatever else that needs to be done.
    Around 10 o'clock I begin preparing for break. I set out the mats and retrieve the porridge from the kitchen and the water from the well for the children to wash their hands. The picture on the left shows the children all lining up to wash their hands before taking their "eats". They sing, "Wash, wash, wash your hands! Wash them everyday! Soap and water, soap and water! Takes the germs away!" to the tune of "Row, row, row your boat"!

This is one of my babies named Rina. She is probably 3 or 4 years old.
She's a very sweet little girl! Always smiling! 


Here is the porridge most of the children take at break. I haven't been brave enough to try it...
but by the looks of it i'd say it is close to a watered down version of our grits. 

   
The children sitting on their mats taking their "eats" at break.
This is when teacher KK and I usually go to tea with the other teachers. 

    After more grading... more yelling... more crying (not me, the children)... The day is over and it's time to line up outside for pick up. Getting the children outside with all of their things is definitely a challenge. They usually have on the wrong shoes or another students sweater so it takes some sorting out but eventually we get it! I've got to give them credit though... for a group of 3-6 year olds they do remarkably well!

    Lunch time rolls around at 1:30... Unfortunately, no fortunately, we only eat at school on Tuesday's and Thursday's because we have Bible study with the secondary girls.
    Take a look at the picture on the right! That, my friend, is our "Thursday special"! Mmmmmmm.... We get mitoki (the yellow), pocha (the white), and fish with the peanut sauce (the red). Mitoki is a cooked banana mash... The texture is more or less like mashed potatoes but it has a really sweet flavor. I'm not entirely sure what pocha is... I think it's maze but you'd never guess because it's utterly tasteless! The peanut sauce is made with red, African g-nuts. They boil them with water until they become soft and then, using their hands,  squeeze them into a soupy sauce... and finally, boil in some fish giving it a nice fishy-peanuty flavor... It's actually rather delicious.
    Walking to and from school we see many animals! Cows, chickens, sheep, goats, dogs, cats, birds... everywhere! And where there are animals... there's poop... and lots of it! So we have to be very careful where we step!

I can't believe I'd made it this far without getting something! But, lo
and behold, ringworm! We think I got it from one of my babies...
They love to touch and hug! But it's all worth it! 

- Mary Grace

Dear Dad,

Dear Dad, 
    Happy Father's Day! I'm sending my love from Africa! Here's a BIG, cyber, bear hug!!! I love you so very much! I've been thinking a lot about all you said on the eve of my graduation and it is making college seem like such a reality. On August 15th, I will move into my dorm...and will officially live 10 hours (13 hours if an Owen's driving) away from home! Although I don't know everything my future holds, I am certain of one thing... I will miss my daddy immensely! I hope you have a splendid Father's Day! Wish I was there to celebrate with you! 
   







- Mary Grace

It's Like Disney World!!....Ugandan Style:)

    The close of another week is here, and I literally can’t believe that three weeks from tomorrow we will be boarding a plane to come back to America. I am not going to lie, the idea of getting to see my sweet family, friends, boyfriend, church family and sorority sisters excites me!.... but the void I am going to feel in leaving the children I teach, the Ebys, this culture, this country, is immeasurable. Although, let me tell you, food might be the only thing that can really make Mary and I leave Uganda.:) Everyday we go running we talk about the food we miss! We are always looking up different recipes to make (usually involving oatsJ), my pinterest food board has increased by like 100 pins as I am CONSTANTLY looking at pictures of American delicacies, and I even dream of food: pancakes, sweet tea, watermelon, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, chocolate covered strawberries, zoes salads, street cafĂ©, Pannie George’s ( a restaurant in Auburn). It’s almost become a little ridiculous! Ha as I am thinking about this now, this is so not important to anybody really, but thought instead of sharing my heart today, I would share with you the thoughts of my stomach!

    Anyways, totally going to diverge off of the subject of food seeing how it is SO unimportant, and instead tell you about our past week! We have had a wonderful 4th week, and as always, God has continued to bless our efforts and our relationships here. Teaching Top Class becomes more fun with every morning, and I am so proud to officially know all of their names finally! I am getting very close with Teacher Dorkus as we spend each day grading and preparing books with one another, and I love asking her about her childhood, her family, culture, and anything else I can to gain insight from her. The kids continue to steal my heart away as we sing, dance, laugh, clap, read stories, spell, count, and just love on each other. I can’t believe I am only getting 10 more days to teach them. It will be a very emotional day that Friday that I see them last. I never knew I could become so attached in this short of a time. Although I love them all, I have become particularly fond of Silver, Rino, Alliya, Patricia, Anisha, and Smile. These children have filled my heart with so much joy and I thank God for the promise of Heaven, because Lord willing, even if I never see them again here on earth, I will be given eternity with them.

    Mary and I led our bible study with the older girls this week on “love”, and what that looks like as a godly young woman. We focused on the greatest example of love that we have been shown, Christ Jesus and His death for us. But then we also dove in to how our greatest love and passion should be living for Christ, and how to check our own lives on whether or not Christ is at the center, and if we are loving as 1 Corinthians 13 tells us to. What a wonderful opportunity to help them grow, but also be reminded of these truths and challenges for our own lives also. I pray that these girls see the brokenness of Mary and I both, but the power and strength that God is able to display through our weaknesses. He is so so good.

Our Fearless Teahers: Jennifer, Dorkus, and Jovis




Eager to Ride their First Rollar Coaster!
    Most exciting of this week though was WONDER WORLD!! On Friday, the five of us baby class and top class teachers took 34 students to the amusement park here, Wonder World. We arrived at school an hour early (at 8) like instructed to, because we would be leaving around 8: 30. That of course was without taking Ugandan time into consideration, so we actually were picked up by the bus at 10:30. We loaded everyone on the Zana church bus and drove about 30 minutes to this so-called park, one that I had zero expectations about. As we pulled up, it was a little different than our typical Disney World theme park, but it looked full of exciting rides nonetheless! We unloaded everyone, once again 34 kids, aging from 2-8 years old. After eating our snack in the parking lot, we proceeded inside, where we helped the kids board their first ride, the Caterpillar Rollercoaster! Watching the children was absolutely priceless. Some were laughing, yelling, loving it. And others were crying, going ballistic, begging to be let off. Needless to say, it was the only ride of the day for some of the younger ones after such a traumatic event!

All Smiles!
    We spent the whole day leading them from ride to ride, laughing with them, hugging them, holding their hands, taking TONS of pictures of them, keeping up with them, counting heads every two minutes, correcting them, telling them “no” to the ice cream cart or going down the water slide. Most of all, I got to feel like a mommy for a day, and I absolutely loved it. It was so beyond wonderful to spend a day with the children outside of the school environment. I was filled with such joy as I watched their faces light up with every ride, every sight they saw, and the soda they so enjoyed at lunchJ After hours of running and playing, we waited outside for the bus to come pick us up at what was supposed to be 4:00. Of course, he was there at 5:30. We loaded the 34 exhausted, some sleeping, many hungry, children onto the bus and made our way back home after an unforgettable day.

    The thing I am most amazed by is how God once again just shows me His faithfulness and love. On Thursday, I had been a little bit homesick at night. It is now a month since being home and with those I love, and I was feeling a bit sad. I woke up Friday and was praying during my quiet time that I would remember God’s promises. I know that dwelling on God and having Him as the center of my heart and mind produce joy and contentment. I also know that God says He will never forsake me, He is always present no matter where I am or what I am doing. With both of those being said, I know that I can be joyful and content no matter what because I have the love of God at all times! I watched God give me a day like yesterday that I will never forget with these children I love dearly. As we rode home yesterday, I looked around at 34 little faces (many asleep on my lap), and thanked God for them. I looked out the window at a country that speaks more of God’s creativity and beauty than any other place I have ever seen. I saw people and a culture that are full of graciousness and compassion, and that I am blessed to even get to be a part of for a small time. I saw God once again showing me that HE alone is joy and happiness. He is ALL I need, because He gives the greatest blessings I could ever imagine!

Three of My Absolute Favorite Kids: Silver, Anisha, Rino...I Will Cry When I Leave Them
My Precious Anisha Loving the Swings
    On a funny note, being at the park did have it’s interesting moments. At the first ride, the Ugandan worker there handed Mary and I his card and asked if we could meet him Saturday to hang out. He also said he would be coming to the states soon and wanted to know if maybe we could meet up. Ha, we were both like “ummmm…I don’t think that is going to happen, sorry!” Then at the next ride I had a man hand me a little girl and hold up a camera to take a picture of us. I said, “Sir, I don’t even know this little girl, she doesn’t go to Zana.” He knew that, but still pressed for the picture. It wasn’t that he wanted it of the little girl, he wanted it of the American, me. This trend continued as countless other male teachers approached us asking if we could come teach at their schools also, or if we could send friends back from America to teach for them. To all these requests and questions, I finally learned to say the word “NO” quite fluidly;) The funniest part was too, that we were almost part of the fair as a spectacle for the other school kids at Wonder World. I forget that we stick out like a sore thumb sometimes, because to our children we are just “teacher KK and teacher Grace”, but the other hundreds we were constantly waving and yelling “Muzungu, Muzungu!!” All of these events added up made for a day I will never forget, and one I am more thankful to have experienced than words can say.

    We are looking forward to church tomorrow, and praying that God allows us to continue to seek Him in all we do with these last 3 weeks. That we will not be complacent ever, that nothing will feel “comfortable” necessarily, but that we would be given opportunities to be bold and courageous for Him everyday! Please keep Mr. Dave in your prayers also as he begins his return for home from Atlanta tomorrow afternoon.

My Favorite Man in The Entire World!
    Lastly though, it is almost midnight here, and therefore it is Father’s Day already! I wanted to say Happy Father’s Day to my own dadJ Dad, I hope you have the most wonderful day, and I am sorry that I am once again gone on this special day for you!;) I hope you know how much I absolutely adore you though, and how much I tear up from happiness at the thought of getting to see you in three weeks. I can’t begin to express my thanks to you in letting me take this trip and being such an encouragement throughout it all. I will never be the same because of this opportunity. Not a day goes by where I don’t thank God for your leadership, strength, work ethic, providing for our family, humor, love, zeal for Christ, and most of all your example for me of what a godly husband and father look like. I pray fervently that God gives me a husband who fears the Lord like you do, and I thank you for loving me unconditionally everyday. You are my dad, the first man I ever loved and the longest lasting of my loveJ I hope you have a blessed Father’s Day, and even though I am 8,000 miles away, know I am thinking about you, praying for you, and can’t tell you enough how much I love you.

KK 






Adorable Alliya and Rino Posing:)...couldn't make this one fit up top, but too cute to cut out!





Monday, June 11, 2012

When I am weak, then I am strong.

    "I looked back at Bobby, who was steering the boat and smiled. How strange that I had gotten to this place, that I felt the way I did about these people. It was God who had brought me. I never would have come myself. And even if I had wanted to, I could never have made it past all the problems, past the loneliness, past the danger. In fact I never would have left my home in Minneapolis if I had not had His powerful, determined Presence inside me." - Bruce Olson, Bruchko
    As a boy, Bruce Olson was the definition of a weakling. He had contracted bronchitis as a young child and never regained full strength. His body was tall, lanky, and uncoordinated. His piers nicknamed him "bug-eyes" and "four-eyes" because of his thick glasses. His favorite place to be was alone in his room surrounded by books. And he had only one friend, Kent Lagne.
    When he was fourteen years old, he asked the question, "Who is my God?" He began reading his Bible in search of an answer and came across a verse that "sent  electricity jingling through [his] body". "For the son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost." He remembered a verse in Romans that said, "If thou shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him [Christ] from the dead, thou shalt be saved."
    He couldn't believe salvation was as easy as believing. He talked with God, praying that he would be changed and made new. Bruce says, "I knew that I was being saved. I felt miserable and broken, and sick of myself. But I also realized a peace coming into me. It wasn't something dead and passive, that peace. It wasn't just a silence ending the war inside me. It was alive, and it was making me alive. I could feel that I was going to be able to like myself. And I knew that I didn't ever want that peace, that stillness to go away."
    God began to give Bruce a hunger for the scriptures. He attended church with his friend Kent  and began to grow in spiritual knowledge. One week the church had a Missions Conference. Bruce remembered a missionary who spoke, "Jesus wants more of you. He wants more than your lip service to the great cause for missions. It's your responsibility to take the Gospel of Christ to these people. Otherwise their blood will be required of you." After hearing this Bruce was anything but attracted to missions. He prayed, "Listen, God, these missionaries are ridiculous. They wear tennis shoes in the pulpit. Their prayer letters aren't even written in English. And their theology. They're always talking about hell and damnation. Where is their love for the people they're living among? They're failures, Lord. They can't make it in normal life, so they go off to be missionaries.... But I can succeed here, Father. Everyone agrees. Why should I have to work with naked, starving people?.... Why can't I be your servant here in Minneapolis?"
    Bruce Olson had a life of success ahead of him. He was on his way to becoming a professor of languages, get a Ph. D in philology. But something inside of him said, "That isn't what God wants you to do."
    Bruce Olson was called to missions.
    At nineteen years old, Bruce Olson left home against his parents' wishes and travelled to South America. He has lived with the Motilone Indians since 1961. He has reduced their language into writing, translated several New Testament books into the Motilone language, taught the Motilones health measures, agricultural techniques, and the value of preserving their cultural heritage. His efforts have won him the personal friendship of five presidents of Colombia, appearances before the United Nations, the Organization of American States, and many honors for his contribution to the medical and social wellbeing of the Motilone Indians.
    Bruce Olson's life is a testimony to the weak. "How strange that I had gotten to this place, that I felt the way I did about these people. It was God who had brought me. I never would have come myself. And even if I had wanted to, I could never have made it past all the problems, past the loneliness, past the danger. In fact I never would have left my home in Minneapolis if I had not had His powerful, determined Presence inside me."
    Here, I find myself in Uganda serving and teaching at Zana Community Christian School. Three weeks in and I am becoming weary. As time goes on, the days grow longer and the children all the more difficult... and I am reminded that I am weak.
    Like Bruce Olson, I find it strange that I am here in this place, that I love these people the way I do. Although I wanted to come, I could have never made it on my own. Past the problems, past the loneliness, past the danger. I am here only because of His powerful, determined Presence inside me.
- Mary Grace