

I had all three of the morning sessions on Wednesday – which equals four hours; 9am – 1pm. I guess you could call this my inauguration to preaching African-style! Since it was so much time, I made it pretty interactive. I purchased journals and pens for anyone that didn’t already have them at the camp with them. Then in my first session I talked about the Seed of Potential that God placed in each young person. So then I had them journal their future dreams and plans and then a couple brave ones came up and shared with the group, what they had written. In the second session, after talking about how they need to protect their potential, which includes sexual purity, I broke them up into groups to discuss the lies of Satan
to young people, and to the Ugandan people as a whole. Again, I had several teens come up and shared the results of their group conversations. Finally, in the third session, I addressed past hurts and abuses in their lives. Then had them journal what they needed God to heal them from, in order to move to their future.
cate through an interpreter and more importantly that I had enough relevant stories and illustrations that my points were understood and received. On Friday, they had a testimony time and it was exciting to hear how the kid’s lives were touched during the week. I remember how great camp was every year for me growing up and was an impact it made the choices I made as a teenager growing up. So it was fun to get that same camp feel and to see the same impact in the Ugandan youth.
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I loved reading this posting. God has given you an amazing talent for drawing people in and making them a part of whatever you are doing. I was particularly touched by the focus on the kid's destinies. My heart is stirred every time I think about the opportunity of the youth of Uganda to steer the course not only of their nation, but of the world.
On a lighter note...the bit about the intestines made me laugh. Took me back to growing up on the Navajo reservation. 'A'chii' (Navajo for intestines) were a delicacy there. The picture of the ladies cooking also reminded me of Navajo grandmas in our church who would cook fry bread to die for over open fires for our church events.
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