A Little More of Gulu
Took a walk around our neighborhood this morning.
I was exhausted but still had to take my turn holding him. We eventually fell asleep together, he in my arm. His name is Smith, pronounced Smeeth. Of interest is that children bear no name relation to their parents...like Brooks Moore and children Brooks Moore, Wyatt Moore, Cece Moore, Lawrence Moore. Children here are given any name the parents choose so my children might be named Brandon Smith, Kobi Mutombo, Maureen Rogers, Tom Melton. Makes doing family history a real challenge!
Our outhouse. Well, not ours but it is on our premises. The security guard uses it. It's tumbling over because termintes have gotten the best of it.
I spent a couple of hours this afternoon with a prospective missionary. One of the things we senio couple missionaries do is help those preparing to serve a mission to more fully understand the Gospel. Many of them are recent converts to the Church. Of the 350 or so members between the two congregations we have in Gulu, 250 have been members less than 2 years. Not having grown up in a gospel oriented home, these fine young men and women need extra training. And when these young missionaries return home from their 2 year missions, they will become the foundation of the Church for generations to come. It is a slow process but we understand the principle of "Line upon line. Precept upon precept".
Factiod...due to the mortality rate in Uganda, as I've been told, half the population is 15 and younger.
The average age of a Ugandan is 19. One of the poorest countries in the world people can't afford medical care and die relatively young.