SATURDAY NIGHT

It was 11:3o pm in Kampala, Uganda, and Steve had eight minutes of phone time. He sounded like Steve with his first question being, "How are you and the girls?" (We're fine.)

Today they went to Prayer Mountain, which is a mountain where people go to . . . uh, pray. He said the ride there was a little wild as they were crowded into a warm and humid van that drove on the left of a road with no lights, no stop signs and plenty of chaos.

Two words Steve used to descibe Kampala were "crowded" and "smelly." (He thinks it's the smell of garbage burning.) He also said that at night it was dark -- I-can't-see-my-hand-in-front-of-my-face dark. His room has electricity but the bathroom does not so he is glad he packed flashlights. He also said that when he took a shower in the morning there was no hot water, and now there was no water whatsoever. We can pray that the water gets flowing soon.

Tomorrow Steve gets to preach at a church outside Kampala. He was told that he has no time limit as the people are not eager to go anywhere. (Wouldn't our pastors love to hear that? Instead, tomorrow they compete with Super Bowl festivities!) His topic tomorrow is the Exodus and Moses leading the people through the Red Sea. It's about escaping enemies, escaping the past, and having our enemies swallowed up as the Egyptian army was swallowed by the waters of the sea. I want to hear that message in its full version!

Steve says he has a number of phone cards and will try to call each day. Who knows when he'll have access to the internet?

~Cindy