Return to Unga

Today I went back to Unga for the first time since the car accident. It was nice to be able to get back into the swing of things, and honestly it was really nice to visit some old friends!



I went back and found that I was not the only one who dealt with troubles last week. Mama Jackson was kicked out of her home. Her landlord is muslim and Mama Jackson says her landlord was kicking her out because she had brought praying people to the neighborhood. I knew about this because a friend of mine had spoken with her the day before, so I made sure to catch up with her before I went to the old neighborhood. She is doing ok. Staying with a friend and searching for a new home. We prayed with her, and honestly I broke one of my rules and knowing that any new landlord would want 3 months rent and she wouldn't have it gave her a little financial gift, some help to get her and her two kids back under a more permanent roof.



I was at first feeling really defeated. I was feeling like her being kicked out was our being kicked out, and I realized, no, it wasn't...it was an open door for opportunity. She is a friendly lady, makes friends wherever she lives, so her moving across the river to the other slum we have already talked about targeting is also a blessing. Unfortunately for her it brings some upheaval, but even she is praising God for her new ministry opportunities, without me mentioning my thoughts on the whole ordeal.



So after visiting Mama Jackson and coming to realize that I had not yet been kicked out, I went and visited my other friends in Unga. I was greeted with cheers! It was so fun to enter into their homes, they had been worried, after all for the last two months I stop by 2 or 3 times a week and they hadn't seen me in over a week. I relayed the story of the previous week and it was then that I realized, that my treatment, was just what I had asked for. In one of my blog posts I mentioned just wanting to be treated like a tanzanian, and I was, any tanzanian in my shoes would have been treated poorly, yes the treatment may have been different, but they too would have been harassed. The whole ordeal with the accident honestly ignites a fervor in me to stand taller and love deeper, and get Jesus into the hearts of the people of this city.



All in all, it was a good day in Unga. It was good to be home.