Imagine beloveds, a dream that lasts for fifty-five years. In it, the night sky is filled with stars twinkling so brightly, that at times it seems you must only reach slightly and you will surely touch them. By day this dream has deep red earth, a color you have never seen in the life you are living, and sunlight that glows golden beneath a copper sky. This dream is the place where God’s grace and mercy hold you safely when events in life feel intolerable and cruel.
Imagine growing up in a world where you see the real world that is around you, and just as clearly you see that one. There is no explanation for your calling out to Africa, and equally none for the divine spark of longing, and the feeling of connection you have there. After years of trying to explain this to people you simply stop, but you continue to hold that dream tightly to your chest. It never leaves, it is like a whisper, a promise – a hope dared. Off and on you pray for the people who live there, while reading accounts of their lives past and present. A couple of times an opportunity comes close and the dream is revived, but after four failed attempts you place that dream of being delivered to that land deep in the bottom of a shabby old box and pack it far away, where it gathers dust and spider webs.
All the while God is able. All the while he has already answered those prayers, but you don’t really believe you will receive the whole of the dream or the root of the tree that you have never experienced.
You go about your life, some good some bad and every once in awhile when routing around for something else you bump into or trip over that box, but you become less and less patient with it’s presence in your life … Until one day – one year plus 11 months and 21 days past the death of your mother, and one year after taking the leap of faith to finally be baptized and born again into a more committed life as a Christian … God brings the goodness and honor of that calling right into your living room.
And now beloveds, 11 months after God called Zukuka! (Wake up) on May 29, 2015 at approx 4 am. my feet met that ground I had always known. I was handed my visa and told “Welcome to Uganda.” Outside Entebbe airport people were hurrying and running for the air was cool, the rain torrential, and the wind fierce, but all I could do was smile.
Over the next several weeks I hope you will join Samuel Bakkabulindi and I as we share the story of this amazing journey. For now, dream big and may God continue to bless you.
Beth Zwecher for bakka2thesource