BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Junior and Timothy

Good Morning!!!!!!! We've been up since before 4 a.m.!  The long-awaited, prayed for, planned for and anticipated Emmanuel Youth Outreach (EYO) to Kapechorwa has begun!!! Annually, this active outreach group made up of our sons and daughters with a passion for reaching out with the GOOD news of Christ, make a trip to minister somewhere in Uganda.  This year it is to the northeast area of the country. There are pastors and church members waiting to receive them for a week-long ministry to the people in the Kapechorwa area. One of our teachers who hails from that area and a young adult leader of the EYO group made a very successful scouting trip a few weeks ago which resulted in a shift in the time table and a sharpening up of the objectives for the week.  Yesterday afternoon bags were loaded, gear was tied down and last minute preparations made for the journey.  Being that Geoff took the camera with him and it was already packed this morning, these photos are from the loading yesterday, there are none from the send off this morning.  They will be back next Monday afternoon. We are grateful if you add them and their ministry to your prayers this week.

Some of the group is seen loading, others talking, gathering equipment and securing the loads.

Kambo arrived late in the afternoon with his little antelope in the box! We are babysitters once again for little Brownie as Kambo is off with the EYO group for the week.

Junior and Geoff tie down the rack. 

Perez, one of the leaders of EYO and, we wouldn't be surprised, a most likely leader of the country in a few years!

shifting, rearranging, securing . . .

Last night was fun as Junior had requested a few days ago when he stopped by on the way to Grandma's house, that I prepare a Mexican feast for their "last supper" before going on outreach.  Kambo ended up staying as well and kept asking, "Aunt, this is what? M-e-x-i-c-a-n?" "And it's called what? a burrrrrrrito?" "Yes, it's all food from Mexico," I answered more than once, but when he asked about the rice I had no explanation to give to his quizzical look regarding the "Spanish rice." I decided to not give any geographical explanations as to the relationship of Spain to Mexico and why one of the Mexican dishes was called Spanish. I chose to leave him with a happy stomach, though in suspense as to the origin of what he had just eaten.