I suppose I will give a short summary
to explain. Hopefully you all understood: yes, this is a poem I
wrote. Though it may not be torturing school kids in years to come
and may not be fit to study, I was pleased when I finished writing it
at how accurately it conveys the message I intended. It stems from
observations beginning from when I arrived in Busia and was realized
last night after our group of Mzungus was served cake alongside the
families of the bride and groom at a wedding we attended yesterday.
No one else who attended was served in this manner. And in case you
were wondering, no, we didn't really know either the bride or the
groom. That's not OK with me. I actually got up and walked away
before they made their way over (in a manner so as not to draw
attention to myself) before they could come serve us, because I felt
so convicted. Here in Uganda, a former British colony, a majority of
the remaining Africans still possess a very subservient attitude when
it comes to dealing with white people. That even shows up in the way
the kids jump up and down or in the way the Church members here
interact with us. We have credibility because we are white, and
though I know God is making good use of this attitude to give us the
opportunity to share, I desire for my credibility to derive from the
trust of those whom I meet based on relationships that I form.
Please pray for myself, my team, and the people that we come into
contact with- that we continue to form these type of relationships so
that we might be able to speak truth into this problem that I have
observed. Please pray that we would be able to show those around us
that we are no different from them, and skin color does not affect in
the least the intrinsic value of each individual- and individual
loved by God and created to love Him in return.