Uganda.

On Father's day we went to Lake Victoria.  It was a beautiful beach area.  Ugandan beaches may be as great as the North Carolina beaches!

These are some of the children from the crusade.  We developed relationships with many adults and children at the crusades because it was a nightly activity all week.  We got to spend a lot of time with the people.  We taught the children how to play duck duck goose.  They pronounced it "dog dog goosh".  Frisbee, soccer, jump rope, and limbo.  They taught us to dance African style and sing in Lugandan/Swahili (the local languages).

This is James.  He is 10 years old.  He's mean mugging in this picture but I promise he has the sweetest little smile.  Different children latched on to different people in our group.  James was one of my followers.  He followed Brian and I.  He would run back and forth between us during the crusades, always asking permission to go see Brian for a few minutes.  Every single night he would ask me if he could come home with me to America.  James didn't speak much English but I could make out "My mother is dying and my uncle beats me."  I'm not positive if all he said was true, but his tears seemed very real at the end of every evening when we left to go back to our hotel.  We want to work on figuring out where his home is to take his family food.  I love this little kid!  I can't wait to go back to visit him.  And yes, he did give his life to Christ last week.