From Yei: Moments I’ll never forget Pt 1

There’s a difference between remembering something or someone and not forgetting­­- Some events and people in our life’s journey cannot be forgotten. No effort is needed to remember them.

Patricia, yes, that’s her name; I’ll never forget her.

On account of a wild life and unfettered pursuit of fleshly pleasures, she caught the dreaded HIV/AIDS sometime ago. Her case soon became a messy international crisis, as she was accused of deliberately infecting many, within and across the borders.

After several arrests, detentions, interrogations, deportation and back onto the streets; she finally made it into a hospital here in Yei, critically ill.

When Pastor Stanley asked me to go pray for her, I didn’t know her or even what to expect. Arriving at the hospital, I connected first with Patricia’s emergency care-giver; the adorable Mama Grace.

She’s experienced in such cases. She told horror tales of this young girl’s journeys and shared on her present condition.

She was all bones, a very sorry sight. Bad bedsores and skin rashes ravaged what remained of her wasted form. Death was lurking beside her.

Much work had been done to cleanup Patricia. The floor of the private room she occupied was still wet, having just been washed and the linings were hanging outside.

Despite this, the stench still lingered and I couldn’t but imagine what it was like before the odours were subdued.

Mama Grace said to me, “I’ve not slept all night. She’s mourning and crying endlessly and wouldn’t let me leave.”

I pulled the broken chair set there, sat beside her and began to assure her of Jesus’ love. As I tried to hold her hand, she pulled away and wouldn’t make eye contact.

Holding her again, I began to stroke her hand and arm, still speaking to her. Unable to make audible words for weakness, I managed to read her lips. She kept asking for water. On giving her a few drops, I saw the blisters on her pale tongue and struggled to compose myself.

Several times while talking to her, her eyes would roll up as if to die and I’d squeeze her hand hard and call her name over and over. She’d return, and seem to reset. I’d start talking again.

Suddenly, help arrived.

A young man from her tribe walked in. He is a trainee nurse at the hospital. I asked him to interpret for me. It was a God moment. As soon as he began to relay my words in Acholi, she started responding. I promptly led her to Jesus and prayed for her. Everyone around heaved a sigh of relief at the final Amen.

But it was not over.

Slowly, I tried to pull my hand from hers and then, Patricia held me. She knew I was about to leave and didn’t want me to go.

I stayed. Stroking her hand softly and comforting her.

When eventually she let go of my hand and I stood to leave, she gave me the most beautiful parting gift.

She smiled.

Earlier, what we saw was the look of sorrow, pain and shame, as she tried severally but in vain to cover her face with the only wretched piece of clothe on her.

Now, she smiles. It was a moment I’ll never forget.

Shortly afterwards, Mama Grace called me to say Patricia has gone home to be with Jesus.

It’s not an ordinary Race

The preparation for this year’s marathon was somewhat haphazard, on account of my late arrival to Yei. The errors of last year’s event were still haunting the organizers.

I missed the 2014 edition. Ebola kept me away.

On my arrival, I decided to reestablish the importance of prayer when I realized the team was struggling. With the right motive, prayer never fails. We spent time praying.

When one of the team members suggested we take a day to fast and some agreed, that was a special moment for me. The burden was lifted.

Then came the day of the race. 243 students had registered to participate from 10 schools. Sadly, five schools pulled out. The school administration of one felt undone from last year’s race and was still seething, while the others failed to motivate and mobilize their students.

Interestingly though, some schools hired top athletes from a particular primary school to represent them. Their desperation for the Trophy spoke volumes. This was no ordinary race. We promptly eased the mercenaries out of the line.

The trophy, a new one, donated by Rev. Yemi Ayodele from the USA was named The Mayor’s Trophy. It would go to the overall winning school, with a cash prize of 4000ssp ($215). The school in second position would get 1000ssp and the third 750ssp.

The usual prizes for the students: Medals- 1st to 3rd, Certificates- 1st to 10th, one year tuition scholarships- 1st to 10th (for 10 boys and 10 girls) and cash prizes- 1st – 3rd were ready to be won. Who would it be? Who are these 20 students God is sending our way for another year?

The presence of the Mayor of Yei Municipality, the new Honorable Commissioner of Yei River County, the Police Commissioner for Yei River County and other honorable guests added color and worth to this event.

The current economic difficulties in the nation made the 20 scholarships much more precious. Many students lamented when it was rumored that this year’s marathon would not hold. This was no ordinary race for most of them. They aimed for the prizes but they would be our prize.

As soon as the rules were read and all other formalities concluded, the girls set themselves in line to run first, before the boys. The tension was high. 

My concern was their safety, but each time it flashed across my mind, the Lord would assure me, with a peace that could only be from Him.

The boys ran off with a shout before the girls began to arrive.

To the surprise of many, the first girl at the finish line didn’t look anything like an athlete. Wait for her story in the coming updates. There’s a lesson she taught us.

Yei Girls Secondary School won the Trophy. Though they had only one girl within the first 10 positions among the girls, their strength was in their numbers, as they secured more points in the end. They came as a team, aimed for the trophy and took it.

Four of the 20 winners this year were winners last year. Their joy was a notch higher than the rest. We’ve marked them and will concentrate our discipleship efforts on them; praying that a sports coach with a Kingdom vision from somewhere will discover them.

Five of the 20 winners from last year who were not eligible to run this year because they are final year students, volunteered as organizers of this year’s Marathon. They identified fully with the vision of this race and made me really glad.

In the end, this Race of Life- edition 5 had rich lessons we’d be reflecting on for some time to come.

Since the first Marathon in 2011, we’ve connected with 79 winners, who received scholarships for a year. 55 of them are born again now. And growing in the Lord. Some are currently members of our local church here in Yei.

The Winners Party (a gathering of all previous and present winners) comes up tomorrow 8th November. We’ll be casting the vision of this Marathon, teach on The Race of Life and certainly have a blast of raw fun.

Enjoy the photos.

Rev Yemi Ayodele presenting the new Trophy to the Mayor of Yei Municipality.

 

The Students preparing for the Marathon. This was no ordinary race.

Rev Yemi Ayodele inspecting and connecting with the students as they prepared. This was no ordinary race.

Uche, setting the prizes in order. This was not an ordinary race.

 

The girls waiting for the whistle. The tension was high.

 

As usual, they all took-off in high spirits and with a dash

 

As they ascended the first hill, the possible winners began to separate themselves from the crowd.

 

Some arrived the finish line with a broad smile. This was no ordinary race.

 

Just 10 meters from the finish line, she fainted and others passed by to win the prizes. This was certainly not an ordinary race.

 

It was grueling but the medical team was equal to the task. It was no ordinary race.

 

Some fell by the wayside and had to be carried 

 

They missed the prizes but were not left alone. This was no ordinary race.

 

While some were congratulated, others got much needed comfort from friends. This was no ordinary race.

She took the 1st position.

 

Their joy was our joy. It was not an ordinary race.

 

Yei Girls Secondary School won the Mayor’s Trophy.

 

Students of Yei Girls celebrating their well deserved victory.

 

Victory has many siblings, relatives and friends. Yei Girls and the crowd in joyous mood.

 

Yes!!! He won the 1st Position. It means so much. This was no ordinary race.

 

1st Position!! His friends would carry him home on their hands and heads… with JOY

 

Uche having a private moment with the 20 winners after the marathon

 

The County Education Director made a remarkable speech, motivating the winners and encouraging the others.

More photos with their stories later…

Waiting at the threshold

10 years ago this week, I arrived Yei for the first time, led by Pastor Stanley Lo-Nathan; with whom I’ve continued to partner in South Sudan till now. Thanks to God for this son of peace.

By the unforgettable miraculous financial provision from covenant friends, Matt and Natalie, and the unexpected invite from my friend Greg Ford, to join him and others on the mission trip to Bazi in late June 2005, my family and I began an incredible journey with God.

This journey has gifted us the wonderful opportunity to know God better, midwife a good number of births in the Kingdom of Christ, help some discover their purpose and create a platform for some to serve.

As we plough and swing the sickle with like-minded friends and partners, it’s an exhilarating feeling to see people’s life changed for good, on account of our ministry. What a privilege to tread this path!

Though the need beyond is greater, our ministry has remained within the confines of this fast growing town called Yei. Reaching the children,  the youth, especially students and teachers, has been our key strategy.

The future we envision will be harnessed from the classrooms to the boardrooms; from the playgrounds to the prayer houses, from the cell-groups to peer-groups, from the church to the street corners… markets and mountians.

We are at the threshold of the next big thing.

Land.

Land related issues rank among the top three challenges bedeviling the nation of South Sudan. Acquiring a sizable piece is hardly without small to major complications, especially for foreigners. At the root of the challenge is what Prof Zac Fomum of blessed memory on his first visit here in 2007 referred to as darkness.

This simple but profound explanation, with respect to South Sudan has continued to fan the flames of my enthusiasm as I pray and plot our move. As complicated as darkness is, it has one solution- Light.

We are at the threshold of lighting up from a small corner in South Sudan in a more permanent way. Consultations with concerned parties are on-going. It’s been hard, so hard getting here and the waiting time is excruciatingly torturous, especially now.

There’s a civil war raging in some parts of South Sudan now, even as we celebrate independence today. Millions have been displaced and thousands killed since 15th December 2013. Situations like this could equal what Jesus referred to in Luke 22:53 as “their hour” and “the power of darkness”. But how God uses such moments for His benefit is what we live for. We wait in anticipation of daylight breaking forth.

While marking time at this threshold, I’ve examined the challenges some have had, when it seemed their appointed march into divine destiny was put on hold.

I saw Abraham willing to settle for Ishmael when the waiting time for Isaac didn’t make sense. Israel replaced Jehovah with a golden calf in the wilderness while Moses tarried on the mountain. Samuel delayed and King Saul puts forth the offerings and lost more than his kingship.

A measure of selfishness  was underscored in the above examples with respect to their quest. I’ve paused several times to query my own intentions. Why am I passionate about this move? Is it truly for God’s glory or for my ego? Would I feel undone if God keeps me waiting at this door that is obviously open and yet He says, “…wait there”?

Embracing God’s will as one waits with indifference is a new lesson I’m chewing on. Indifference or detachment, according to St. Ignatius of Loyola does not suggest lethargy or disinterest but being surrendered to God regardless the outcome of what’s hoped for. Is this what being still and acknowledging He is God involves?

Our faith is on trial and we know it. He’s asking, “Will you trust me?” How will we respond? With joyful abandon, singing Yes LORD with every step and stop or with complaints, grudges and cynicism, endlessly asking, how, why and when LORD?

Growing in intimacy with God is more important than running ministry schedules, meeting deadlines and making profit. Our character is His primary project. Oh that He gets what He’s working at in me!! Moses needed 40years to acquire a rod and lots more. What is your season of waiting teaching/gifting you?

Are you waiting for something, someone, some feedback, news…, that could potentially change your course of living? What has been your disposition to waiting, to delays? Are you hearing God on the issue? How has your patience paid off? Or did you settle for the alternative?

We covet the prayers of those that understand this season in our life. Knowing we’ll all be tested here at sometime in our kingdom journey, we’d be happy to learn from your experience and soar with your prayers.

Another peek into the future: The Story of Santino

God honors obedient small steps of faith with little displays and increments of the anticipated future that propels us to tenaciously pursue the vision He’s graced us with.

Back in 2008, it was Mubarak. He was a secondary school student. His story is told here. Getting across the borders with the gospel in the Nuba Mountains, for his Muslim people was not negotiable. Even if it meant death.

Then there was Mahadi Kuku, whom I met when he was a student here in Yei. His story is told here. He’s also chasing his dream-  planting churches and reaching the lost among his vastly unreached Muslim peoples in the Nuba Mountains.

Now, here’s Santino Kenyi. Currently a student of Nehemiah Secondary School in Yei. This young man is undoubtedly gifted with the grace for long distance running. In his first attempt in 2012, he came 3rd. He has come first twice in a row now.

Sharing his testimony last Sunday at the 2014 Mini-Marathon Winners’ Party, he said, “In 2012 when I ran this race for the first time, I didn’t believe the organizers were serious about paying school fees for the winners… but my friend in school Angelo convinced me to run. That year he came first and I came third… When they paid our school fees, I was so happy and surprised. I began to take this race serious…”

Sometime this year, Santino heard of a national sports event in Juba and traveled on his own to participate. Though he was poorly kitted and not prepared, he shocked himself and the crowd, winning the second position.

He said a sports official in Juba asked him, “How is it that you, coming from down there (referring to Yei, which compared to Juba is not as developed) took the second place?” He told them of the Mini-Marathon organized in Yei for students and how he discovered his talent from there.

A man he’d never met, who was moved by his success gave him money on the spot to get an International Passport and thereafter, a flight ticket to travel out for another sports event.

Fighting back tears of joy he said, “When the man gave me the ticket, immediately I remembered what Daddy (Rev Yemi Ayodele) prophesied during the Winners’ Party in 2012, that some of us will be given tickets to travel to many countries because of this marathon. I couldn’t believe it was coming to pass for me… This marathon has changed my life.”

That’s what we see. Transformed lives, discovering their purpose under God, chasing it, making Him known and changing the destinies of others through it.

Representing South Sudan and even winning laurels are not the most important things for Santino. He’s beginning to appreciate the blessing of knowing Jesus in a personal way and relishing the joy of telling others about Him, using the ultimate race, the Race of Life, as his guide.

We’ve helped Santino ignite the wick in his life but the most important ingredient is the oil and that, he must have in abundance if this light will glow and last.

Our responsibility to him and other youths like him, is discipleship. We cannot afford to release them into the world of sports without anchoring their souls in the truth the gospel presents . This is where we need help.

My time with him and others like him here in Yei is seasonal and limited. Anyhow, I’m making the most it.  God, in His mercy and wisdom, continues to gift us with little peeks of the anticipated future, of the ministry He has saddled us with.   

This land is awash with raw talents like Santino. See other stories here, here and here, from past Marathon events.

 If you are interested in discipling or coaching a few, for long-term or short-term,  let’s connect . The future is as bright as the promises of God.

Bringing the Kingdom to the Teachers in Yei via PTSD Training

I arrived Yei on Tuesday 21st October, after being confirmed Ebola free in Uganda. I needed to wait for 21days before being issued with a visa to enter South Sudan. It was a great time of ministry in Kampala. Only what God can do. More on this later.

The Training on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for head teachers, school fellowship patrons and matrons in Yei started yesterday. Our expectations were exceeded, with a very impressive opening day.

A total of 145 teachers, 84 of whom are Head Teachers from 89 different schools within and outside Yei attending the first day.

This is a unique opportunity presented to us for Kingdom exploit. May God break into a these hearts here, their homes and ultimately, entire schools from this training.

Getting one or two or more teachers saved in all the schools in South Sudan is in the destiny of our mission here. Their direct connection with Jesus is a great need. Even so LORD!!!

The feedback we got from 10 teachers after the introductory session, was enough proof that they connected well with the introduction.

We were initially concerned that they may struggle to understand the facilitator- Glen Totten, a senior staff pastor at Water of Life Community Church USA.

Please pray with us for the next two days, for a mighty presence of God that will usher in radical conversions among these teachers.

Pray that this training will present the right platform for the gracious Kingdom break-in and break-through we seek within the schools represented by these teachers.

Please pray for enduring fruit and an inside-out healing from trauma related issues for all the participants.

May Jesus get His due from this training and what follows after.


They fear I may have Ebola

I left Lagos on the 27th of September, heading to South Sudan, en route Uganda. Strangely, I’m yet to arrived at my destination. Why? I’m suspected of having the dreaded Ebola virus.

The South Sudan Immigration office in Kampala told me they have a directive from their Home Office in Juba not to issue visas to visitors who have been to West Africa from July till date.

They need to be out of West Africa for at least 21days to be proven Ebola free before they can be issued visas to enter South Sudan.

At first, I was annoyed by this seemingly unreasonable order. But as I reflected on the situation, I imagined what the story would have been, had the authorities concerned in my country Nigeria, been more alert and somewhat stricter on immigration rules with respect to Ebola plagued countries.

I must applaud the health team and other involved agencies for rising to the occasion in Nigeria. WE ARE EBOLA FREE. Thanks to God!!

South Sudan cannot afford to add Ebola crisis in the already complex melee of issues troubling the nation. No. God forbid!

We are better shielded and secure from this deadly scourge, than struggling to purge it from the young and fragile nation, with very limited healthcare structures in place.

I’ve accepted my fate here in Uganda and joyfully, I’m deploying my grace and gifting into other useful purposes for the Kingdom. 

Every trip has its own unique challenge and lessons. God has been speaking to me on patience for some weeks now. Is He summarizing with some practical illustrations here? It’s clear with Ebola, that quarantined people keep specific dates with the virtue called patience.

Thankfully for me, the fear of Ebola has suddenly created a platform for something new within our network in Yei. I’ll be looking forward to the results and the lessons.

The plans we have for this trip will go on. I’ll be absent at the Students’ Marathon scheduled for the 18th of October. Hopefully, I should be there for the training on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for teachers, from 22nd to 24th. Preparations for these will be good tests for the team.

They’ve asked for prayers.

I could sense their fears and concerns when we discussed. I wished they could see the smile on my face as I encouraged them over the phone. How will they learn if I can’t release them to try some things on their own? How would the meetings not be “Uche’s Program”, if I’m always there to organize them?

Organizing programs successfully will not prove spiritual growth or maturity but it will certainly provoke a measure of confidence and faith that aids the development we seek.

Someone said people of faith don’t need explanations. But for people without faith, explanations are never sufficient. 

We’ve laid hold on the plow and will not look back. The distractions are many and the obstacles mountainous. But we are undaunted, knowing that He that has started this good work, is committed to its closure.

Your prayers are coveted; for us, the people we are sent to and what we are sent for. May Jesus get what He paid for, from you and I; and even Ebola.

My seven locks plus one

As I packed for my trip back to South Sudan (leaving home Saturday 27th Sept), I reflected a bit on  My Seven Locks, and noticed there’s a new member among the bundle. Even Samson will be jealous now, I assumed myself. An eight lock that’s suddenly grown longer and thicker than the rest is here.

Leaving home has always been tough for me. I don’t like travelling. But how do I handle the gap my absence from home creates? Questions likes, “Daddy, when are you coming home?” And “Daddy, are you travelling again?” have become increasingly tough to answer.

Ed, our son is heading to boarding school for senior secondary in a few days, he’ll have his mind fully occupied there. But Othniel is maturing quick, and needing my fatherly presence more. Without his brother near, it will be tough. This is the new lock I’ve grown that’s pretty knotty.

The reverse is as bad- leaving the nestlings in Yei to return home after 2-3 months. It’s hard to express the tear within, in any language.

So, with the first being the utmost, I’ve listed seven plus one pertinent concerns that stir my soul as I embark on this mission trip to South Sudan. Please join me to pray for:

1)             My Family: In the midst of many unanswered questions. Please pray for us, that we’d not settle for a peace that comes from understanding… but to take what Jesus gives and sustains- PEACE THAT SURPASSES ALL KNOWLEDGE. May our disposition to life issues showcase a vibrant faith. Pray that the peace, protection , provision and power of God will abound towards us from day to day. Pray that the grace of our Lord Jesus will flourish with and through us in its fullness. May the presence of the Lord endure, as our communication is bettered day-by-day.

2)             Patience: My passion for God’s fame in South Sudan consumes me. The vision of the Kingdom of Jesus we bear, thrives among the youth and students. On account of our pursuits, I loathe contrary dispositions. I tend to beat myself up when I feel I’m under-achieving. I’ve also seen that this struggle with impatience creates an unhealthy judgmental spirit that is counterproductive, every time it overflows to others. Please pray for a calmness of spirit that’ll be gracious to others and tolerate the weakness of team members; while withstanding internal pressures. Lord, help me, especially when I’m getting tired of WAITING FOR You to show up.

3)             Effective Discipleship Strategies: This is one of my greatest challenges currently. We continue to seek and try what will work best, given the unstable nature of our ministry in South Sudan. We hope to make our home there soon. It seems our case is uniquely ours, as we go and come, plotting new paths among these youths. Pray for me that the Holy Spirit will lead me into the most productive ways of discipling the vast number of youngsters in the schools and the churches with the opportunities we have. 

4)             Love and Purity: These are two potent weapons along this narrow path, especially in a virgin and volatile mission field like this. It’s not easy to love people who don’t trust you or who hate you. Please pray for me, that God’s unconditional love and an unrelenting disposition to difficult issues and negative people, will flood my spirit and overflow daily. Lord help me to serve joyfully. You love cheerful givers, please count me as one so that my offering will be pure.

5)             Peace in South Sudan: After nine years of doing ministry here, one would assume I have mastery of this land. No! We are no way near our dreams. The nation is currently at war and no man masters chaos when the sounds of death are within range. So, scriptures enjoins us to, … make petitions, prayers, intercessions, and prayers of thanks for all people, for rulers, and for everyone who has authority over us. Pray for these people so that we can have a quiet and peaceful life always lived in a godly and reverent way. This is good and pleases God our Savior.” (1 Tim 2:1-2) Oh may peace reign within South Sudan and around its borders. May the gospel take advantage of the present situation and pierce the darkness in a way that only be divine. In Jesus name!  AMEN!

6)            Wisdom and Grace: Time management and people management are great leadership skills in ministry. Those who have their mastery are more productive and subsequently reach their utmost with greater ease. Please pray for me to learn how to better deploy my resources, maximize my time and direct energy for the benefit of all within my network. Lord grace me to do things you love that I struggle to like. Move me out of my comforts.

7)             Team spirit: My introverted nature often lures me toward working solo. It’s a deadly trap that steal grace and giftings from even the best causes. Pray that my temperament will be tampered by the Lord for fruitfulness. Pray that an enduring team of good hearts and able hands will come to my rescue speedily. Oh build us a team Lord!

8)             Favor: Real favor is the blessedness of being singled out and served first, when what’s offered is scarce. The ministry base and home of our dreams in South Sudan seems impracticable, presently. ONLY God can do this thing! Please pray that an uncommon favor that’s God’s to grant, be ours as we search for that permanent site and those people of faith who’ll serve alongside us.

Just in case you have more time to connect with us in prayer, please send me a private message and I’ll shoot you more prayer requests. We have many under-growths on our scalp needing attention.

In all these Lord, may Your grip be firmer and Your grace, surer.

Bringing the Kingdom to the Teachers in Yei

This year’s Yei Teachers’ Conference ended last weekend and what a great time we had. Thanks to God for bringing us this way and this far in three years.

Our objectives have remained the same.

Without warning and in an awesome way, God took us to the next level as we engaged vital elements of personal development and Kingdom advancement at this year’s Conference.

The challenge of untrained teachers sprang to the surface almost immediately. We were amazed to see that many of the 140 teachers attending the two days Conference had no formal training.

“The reality is that more than half of the teachers in Yei and in the Nation as a whole do not have training of any kind in this profession…” said Mr. James Kepo, The Principal of (YTTC).

Yet, it was stated and rightly so, by the authorities in charge of education here, that Yei as a County, ranks highest in education in the Nation. It also hosts the Nation’s flagship teacher training college; Yei Teacher Training College (YTTC).

Stirred by this worrisome reality, one of the facilitators, Rev. Yemi Ayodele offered to help sponsor teachers who are willing to go for training in the Training College. 59 teachers joyfully and promptly registered for the two year training. The process of their admission, sponsorship and eventual training is underway. Praise the LORD!!

The presentation of Norman Brinkley, one of the facilitators from USA, hit home when these untrained teachers stood up. With a Mango fruit in hand, he said, “There’s only one seed in this mango fruit, but you cannot count how many fruits are in this mango’s seed.” Indeed, we cannot imagine how the proper training and discipling of one teacher can impact the entire nation. This idea motivates us!!

The needs highlighted during this conference where overwhelming as usual. From overcrowded classrooms (average of 100 children per class), substandard books, poorly furnished labs, zero IT skills (over 90% of the teachers present have never used a computer), to poor learning environment etc, education here seems a big joke.

 

During their presentation, Leslie Totten and Arden Schlecht, both educators from the USA, gave writing assignments to the teachers. Their feedback revealed the great need for training in communication and personal development skills.

The determination of these teachers, despite the huge difficulties and seemingly insurmountable challenges is a tribute to their devotion and passion.

One of the teachers went home with a brand new laptop and four others will be getting theirs any day now. Thanks to Engr. Adeolu Odusote for facilitating this and for his powerful presentation on the usefulness of computers in this era.

When Glen Totten, another facilitator from the USA introduced his training on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, we didn’t know what to expect. With many teachers and pastors in attendance, his session at this Conference threw light into dark areas of our lives needing God’s immediate intervention.

As he unearthed the challenges of  PTSD and highlighted its signs, the hall of meeting was charged with emotional pain from many years of unspoken and unaddressed trauma.

During the practical session that involved freely sharing our traumatic experiences, three ladies who’d been deeply traumatized fainted. This provoked all sorts of emotions and reactions from participants.

Almost everyone present needed healing from trauma and stress related issues. Many wept quietly. The history of the South Sudan is tainted with pain. The hurts are very deep and have festered for so long.

This conference aims to be a vessel through which emotional healing could reach teachers. Even so Lord!

The written evaluation of the conference by the teachers witnessed to an awesome event that won’t be forgotten in a hurry.

The spiritual edge of the meeting was not in doubt. It was clear from the start that we sort the salvation of  these teachers. In the end, 62 of them stood to receive Jesus as Savior.  20 schools indicated their need for a weekly Staff fellowship and wanted us to come help them start it. 7 more primary schools wanted their own students’ fellowship. Praise the Lord!!

 

The testimonies of many changed lives are in the destiny of this Conference. The remarkable comments of these very delighted teachers will be posted at a later date.

Their salvation is the first step to an awesome school year for us as we plot their discipleship process. For them, a journey into eternity with Jesus as All in all has started.

May Jesus get His due from their efforts and ours, as we seek to disciple the Nation together.

Chasing a Lion: Taking advantage of crisis

When I got a call yesterday from a beloved disciple in South Sudan, saying he and another had traveled to Juba from our base in Yei to sell sweet potatoes, despite the war, I was thrilled. The news was a confirmation and an answer to prayer.

2 Samuel 23:20 reads There was also Benaiah son of Jehoiada, a valiant warrior from Kabzeel. He did many heroic deeds, which included killing two champions of Moab. Another time, on a snowy day, he chased a lion down into a pit and killed it.”

Men don’t chase lions, even if the lion is sick and half dead. Benaiah did. What was he thinking? What guts? How did he do it? He must have seen what many couldn’t- divine opportunity.

I’m wondering, “What is this conflict in parts of South Sudan gifting us that we are failing to notice? What is the weakness of this challenge that gives subtle advantage to the gospel?”

I may have to come face-to-face with this lion to get the answers.

It may seem foolish now, to start parking and prepping to head into a place where the sounds of war and fear stir the atmosphere as the dwellers troop out into safer havens.

Safety first, is more than an idea in our day. It’s a way of life that governs so such, from manufacturing to mundane services. But whose counsels should take preeminence in matters of eternal consequence? Safety or the Holy Spirit?

Yeah, someone may say, “He wants to be a hero…” And what’s wrong with that? Wasn’t that what David’s brothers said to him before he returned with Goliath’s head? He too, had a story with a lion and a bear.

The conflict may present itself in the form of a lion and chase many out of location; but what if one or a few among the many, turn to chase the lion, with an aim to kill it?

Why should they risk so much?

Can the gospel be effectively preached risk free? How?

We need to sense, seek, see and seize divine opportunities these global crisis present to us to bring the gospel to some, who may not hear it but for their predicament.

We have to find ways to make Jesus known, loved and followed by some of those displaced, distressed, disillusioned or at the threshold of destruction. We need to go to where they are and engage the lion.

Jesus holds all things together and must be maintained at the center of everything.

We can do more with peace, but we can make history in the midst of crisis, as we follow the Holy Spirit and dare to chase the lion for Christ’s sake.

In South Sudan, it’s clear that many wounds from past wars have not healed though we sometimes act as if we were never hurt.

As we reflect on possible “good” solutions, our confessions and body language may seem to portray a buoyant faith, but fear scoffs at our unstable heart. 

It seems the prophecies of doom are coming true. But divine finality belongs to God and we are hopeful, knowing that the Most High cannot be taken by surprise. He knows this will happen but maybe He’s hoping we can see with His eyes and act with His heart.

Only crazy people chase a lion on a snowy day into a pit. All the greats in Scripture had their moments of insanity, and they took it. Could this be my time or yours?

Someone out there may be wishing to engage in a more practical way, crisis situations that are not remotely related to issues in South Sudan, Central Africa Republic or Syria. You are not alone. Seek the support and cooperation of others like you. We can do more together.

However, if others are fleeing from the lion and you are provoked enough to chase the beast, do. God will not despise your faith. You may be the answer to many prayers.

In his book, In A Pit With A Lion, Mark Batterson said, Your greatest regret at the end of your life will be the lions you didn’t chase. You will look back longingly on risks not taken, opportunities not seized, and dreams not pursued. Stop running away from what scares you most and start chasing the God-ordained opportunities that cross your path.”

 This may be the best counsel you’ll receive this year.

Wrecked: The Story of Mama Grace

I can’t recall exactly when Mama Grace and I met in Yei. I’m sure it’s been over 6years now. Her quiet and somewhat shy personality delayed a closer connection. When our common ministry interests necessitated an inescapable relationship early this year, her testimony blew me away.

Here’s one of my good examples of a “lion chaser”, like Benaiah  in 2Sam 23:20. Her exploits speak for themselves. This space is too small to tell them all. As salt is to a sauce, invisible, yet packs distinctive savory flavor, Mama Grace is making a difference in a difficult place and in a different way.

As her ministry among women and girls, especially the traumatized and broken, soar to new heights, her story is a reminder that we all need to be wrecked enough somehow and somewhere in our Kingdom journey, to be eternally fruitful to God.

Mama Grace tells her story.

My name is Grace Kadayi Waiwai. I’m a widow, a citizen of South Sudan; a 56years old mother of four children, two boys and two girls. I got my primary and secondary education in Uganda, with a diploma in Business Studies too.

I had training in other fields like Counseling Psycho-social Mental illness and HIV/AIDS counseling and testing.

I started work as an Audit clerk in a company of Auditors after which I worked as cashier in Bus company also as a Secretary/Typist. But in 1994 I decided to change my profession to social work services because l felt I needed to influence my community positively and put its needs above mine. I saw that the lessons I learnt suffering and overcoming many traumas in my more youthful years could help impact many people around me.

I got a job to work as a psycho-social counselor, helping Sudanese refugees in Uganda in the camp in the process of trauma healing and reconciling the communities who have some problems as well as counseling and monitoring clients on mental health treatment.

Later, I got training on HIV counseling and testing which up to date is my major ministry alongside child protection responsibilities, resolving diverse kinds of conflicts as well helping the helpless and those who have lost hope in themselves.

I recently opened an office in Yei, South Sudan, where I render assorted community development services to women, young girls and children.

My childhood

Growing up as a child, I was sick with severe malaria which caused me to have fits and people said I had epilepsy. I was discriminated against and stigmatized just for malaria until God healed me when I was 5 years old. I suffered great physical and emotional pain. I was emotionally damaged and wrecked for 15years, eating alone and not playing with other children because they believed my sickness was contagious.

I also suffered discrimination being a girl child. I loved school but my father disliked girls and thus refused to support my academic pursuits. I worked for my school fees from an early age. For 19years, I endured stigmatization and discrimination on account of my gender from my immediate family and from our neighbors for fear of getting a sickness from me.

I’m the second child of my mother in polygamous family. The reason of my father had to marry more than one wife was because he was an orphan. His father was speared to death during one of the tribal wars. So my father on experiencing much hardship thought having more than one wife would make him have many male children to support and protect him.

Unfortunately for my mother who was his first wife, she gave birth to three girls in succession and this caused my father to lose hope on her and married another woman. He wanted male children. His new wife did not disappoint. Her first child was a boy and thus she was the beloved of my father.

My mother suffered untold hardships because of my father’s negative behavior towards her. But she didn’t leave him. After 5 months, the baby boy from the other woman fell ill and despite many efforts to save him, he died.

This brought big tension within the family. My father had to go to a witch-doctor with my step mother and the witch-doctor said the cause of the death was from the home and of course, my mother was the primary suspect. Many rituals were done, including giving my mother grave soil to eat so that she would die, if she was responsible for the death of the baby boy. But nothing happened to her.

It was at the peak of this very difficult time for my family that I got saved and accepted Jesus as my personal Savior. I then led my mother and father in forgiveness process. I was 20 years then. It was tough, very tough for my mother but she listened to me. She loved me.

This was how I fell in love with this kind of work of protecting children, working to reconcile people in conflict and helping the vulnerable to speak out their issues so that they can be helped.

My Ministry and return to Sudan

I self repatriated back to Yei, then in Sudan in 2002 from the refugee camp in Uganda after the death of my husband. I arrived Yei with great enthusiasm, hoping to see my friends who also lost their husbands and those whose husbands were still in the war front. To my shock, their lives were worse than mine.

I went to my house and noticed that soldiers had removed all the roofing sheets and were breaking down the walls of the building. I could not understand why. I was surprised to discover that these soldier were harvesting the bricks and selling them. Others were using it to build or rebuild their own homes.

The situation was seemingly uncontrollable and I thought over and over what to do to stop them from selling secondhand bricks. It was then the idea of producing bricks myself came to me. My plan was to make the bricks to create a source of income for my family and subsequently encourage other women to do same. This approach would also help stop the business of destroying the walls of people’s houses to harvest the bricks for sale.

This was a huge success. It further created a platform for me to talk to youths and women and show them how they can became self reliant by introducing business which can involve both men and women also giving them information about HIV/AIDS. Our people were very naive those days.

We formed a group and began to teach on how to make bricks. We were mocked and ridiculed for a while but our dedication paid off. We were the first people who started making bricks in commercial quantity and it blazed like wild fire. But my greatest joy was the opportunity to teach people in my group about the terror of HIV and subsequently lead some to Jesus.

As a counselor in the camps in Uganda, people knew me very well and they started referring people to me for counseling which I mostly used occupational therapy and it worked very well. Today, some of the clients especially youths who attempted suicide back then, now own big shops in Yei, others are now in Yambio, Wau, Juba etc. Praise the Lord!

Many women were doing business of brewing alcohol and in teaching them about the effects of alcohol most of them changed to other businesses.

Women whose husbands died started narrating to me how their husbands died but there’s little knowledge about HIV/AIDS. Most of them believed their husbands were bewitched and they too, as they grew sick, wasted their money visiting witch-doctors until when I became a HIV/AIDS Counselor and began to provide counseling for many of them.

I had 8 widows whom we started the group with, unfortunately 6 where found positive with HIV, this stressed me so much and caused all of them to fear and lose hope in all the activities we initiated. I had to start afresh with a smaller group of women without involving their children in order to give them strength to come openly and also work out a way of making them forgive their husbands and fathers, some of whom actually forced them into marriage at gun point with men who were positive with HIV.

Many women were and still are very bitter about these things. Good enough, some were able to accept living positively with the virus and through our work Yei became the first place where women made their status public.

I’m glad some of the women who were very ill then recovered and are caring for their families now. Most of the men could not accept being in the group, they died because of shame. Few of my women died too but most of them are alive now because we have access to information and medication in Yei. 

At first, our group was called HOPE FOR PEACE and the smaller group of the people living with HIV was called NEW LIFE. Now, the whole thing has become a Community Based Organization called WIDOWS ORPHANED AND PEOPLE LIVING WITH HIV/AIDS (WOPHA).

I’m working on the big issue of Trauma Healing and reconciliation as I realize women are still living in bitterness and are not really happy of the forced marriages and unfaithfulness of their husbands.

In order to attain total peace in South Sudan, I’m strongly persuaded that Women need to be involved in leading peace projects in trauma and reconciliation, beginning from the lowest soldier up to the top generals. Our children, especially the girls must have a “place or person of refuge”. There is need to help children be accepted by parents. Many are victims of circumstances, wondering about with an orphan mentality.

I pledge my life and ministry to the service of God and humanity and will gladly do this work without charge.

This is my story.

God never wastes our pain. See how He’s used and is still using this ordinary woman, a widow, to make extraordinary difference in her community and beyond? Her wreck has become the shelter many depend on today!!

He can use yours too, if you release them to Him.

Here’s another opportunity to be an extension of Jesus’ hands in a place like South Sudan. Seize it!!

We solicit the partnership and support of ministries and ministers with common passion in these heart matters, hoping someone, somewhere could join Mama Grace and change the story of some unknown woman, girl or child, here in South Sudan. 

Contact Mama Grace: Tel :+211-955-27-3720;  e-mail: gradayi@hotmail.com