…wasn’t a “police” welcome at all.
Kappy was the first to know about the adventure that Luke and I had in Jinja. As we were led off the bridge by the gun-bearing man, I pulled out my cell phone, remembering I had heard it beep with a message just a few minutes ago. A message from Kappy. I read her message, and then quickly inspired, I began to type a message to inform her of our current circumstance. I thought at least she could be praying. I managed to type, “The police are making us…”, before our companion’s angry Luganda reached my ears. “I am checking my message”, I said, as I hit the ‘send’ button and shoved my phone back in my bag. Kappy would sure be praying now, I thought with a rueful chuckle. After the ordeal was over, I called Kappy right away to let her know we were ok and to tell her the whole story.
Yet, even though she already knew about our trouble with the law in Jinja, Kappy happily read aloud my blog one Friday as we met together. As she got to the part where I asked the officer where we were going and he replied, “UPDF”, she suddenly stopped reading.
“That’s not the police”, she said in awe, “that’s the army! You really were lucky…they are way worse than the police!” Sure enough, the UPDF is Uganda Peoples Defense Force.
So, please excuse my previous ignorance and join us in awe of God’s goodness and protection.
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