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From ridiculed to radiant
“I want the hospital to continue doing a good job and help other people”, he remarked in a satisfied manner, Derek has not stopped looking at his daughter since the surgery. This is what miracles are made of the little gestures of kindness, the affections of strangers, the love of good doctors and the support of the hospital staff. Thank you for making CURE what it is.
Mead Minutes: Aligning priority and action
Years ago I hit a crisis moment. My life was running along at a Mach speed as I was involved in many activities of work, committees, church, wife, family, and self. Every day more “good things” beckoned to be added to the overfull days. Time was being eaten up by the urgent. People I verbalized as most important were being shuttled off to lesser roles. My priorities were shifted, not consciously, but through lack of control and clarity. Anyone looking in could see where my time, talent, and treasure were first spent and doubted my words. This was wrong. I was called out. Life changed.
Is God a crutch?
A few weeks ago, I started seeing a video about crutches pop up all over the place. In this video we see an exciting new redesign for crutches, which basically haven’t changed much or been improved upon since the American Civil War, 150 years ago. It was interesting to see this redesign, since we see a lot of crutches here at the hospital.
Resilience, determination, and a restored faith
Mwamba was running around in the yard when she decided to jump over a pot of boiling water, which was set aside for their morning tea. Unfortunately, her little legs miscalculated the danger involved. She tripped on the pot, and all the contents of it spilled on her little body.
Facing trials with joy
This morning, I took time away from my busy-ness to read some of the updates of the CUREkids. Hopeful images of shining smiles in times of distress called me out of my drone-like existence and challenged my apathy. It was said of a girl named Sirgut that, “even if she is in pain sometimes, she always has a beautiful smile on her face to everyone who passes by.” Reading this convicted me of my own discontentment.
Learning to see God
Going into college, I knew I wanted Jesus to come with me. And when I thought of taking Him with me, I thought Jesus would be there to support me, I thought He would be there to comfort me, and I thought Jesus would protect me. And, though not according to my own plan, Jesus has done these things. But, as my world collided with CURE, and as I saw people giving up comforts in order to be the hands and feet of Jesus, I knew that Jesus didn’t come to college with me simply to be there for me. Jesus came to show me the beauty of living for Him.
Kisakye experiences Uganda
Then there were times when I was able to worship with a group of complete strangers that welcomed me into their church service as though we had been friends for decades. I made several new little friends as they begged their mamas to allow them to sit next to me during the service. The messages of prayer and how we are created in God’s perfect image to grow in this world and belong hit the deep heart cords.
Place of the Wind
Wind is not exactly something that stands out. It simply moves along with our lives, blowing the paper out of our hand if it’s especially intense, but more likely, only noticed by movement of leaves or a scratchy cell phone call—in most places anyway. When I arrived in Kijabe, I thought it like any other slightly windy day. By nightfall, I was wondering if my house would stay standing.
A long journey to healing
A poem by Situmbeko Wambulawae and Harold Haamumba
Mead Minutes: The gift of grace
Christmas is indeed a time to celebrate. Because God loves us, we should reach out to others in His love. Mere words are never enough for a gift this grand. We live by and in God’s grace.
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