Bugolobi Church for
Children
They just keep coming…and coming:
Early
I arrived; it was just 7 AM, driving through the red clay side streets
of Bugolobi, through the shopping area, past the Church of Uganda where
early worshippers were arriving for prayer.
There, children were already lined up
in the early Sunday morning hours, ready to go to a very unique church.
A “church for children.” Not just any children, but those born into the
slums of Kampala.
As I got out the vehicle, they kept coming
in, forming lines of 50, then a hundred, then literally 100’s. In
twos and threes they walked up muddy paths from their shacks in the slums
to the gathering place underneath the large tree. Dressed in their
Sunday’s best, others in tattered clothing, yet all shared a quiet expectancy
that one could read in their eyes and on their shiny, expectant faces.
One of the volunteers arrived and walked
to the head of the line, every child received a freshly baked chapatti (a
flatbread made from flour). The girls did a little curtsy and the
boys bowed in thanks. They moved out of the one line into another
and quietly ate their morning treat, for most the only food thus far.
By now there well over three hundred children
that had come to the gathering place. All were fed and then the walk
began toward the school classrooms that had been rented for the purpose
of Children’s Church. Before church, they went to the toilets where
they washed their hands and then returned to the classrooms in accordance
with their age range.
I was amazed as to how well these children
behaved…they could have slept in, but most came because they chose to do
so. They had heard about this place through other children, they came
to the place because it was safe; there were people who cared and loved
them. Many of these children came from families that had been devastated
by the scourge of AIDS and other illnesses from malaria to TB.
They lived with aunts and uncles, some
with grandmother, others came from a house where there was just a mother
who had no means of income but to make some illegal brew or gin like mixture
called Waragi. Life is tough in the slums, so when a child hears that
there is a place that gives out bread, has a kid’s club on Saturday with
lots of activities and on Sunday there is church, they simply come.
Afterwards they go back home and tell another about this place wonderful
place for children.
One does not have to be Christian, to
understand the value of faith in a life that is otherwise filled with hopelessness,
filled with abject poverty where the only things one knows it is another
day of going without.
They sing songs of hope with gusto, pray
with expectancy, and support one another through the tough times of a life
in a slum. They listen to the stories and they enjoy the caring nurture
of the adult workers. Nothing is missed by them and when the church
is over, they linger, as they receive some hot porridge or other food.
Afterwards they help in the cleaning up
and then begin their walk home where things are not like the place they
are leaving, but once again hope fills their heart. Eagerly they share this
day with anyone who will listen. They share about the place that gives
not just physical bread but something more, spiritual sustenance.
Their hearts are filled with hope that will lift them above the despair
of the here and now, out the dread of hopelessness into faith for a better
tomorrow.
What drew me to this project was the fact
that this is not the idea of some agency, but a simply a quiet, faith filled
couple who have a deep desire to impact the children of their world and
they have done so for over 20 years and this is just another divine interruption
that came across their path to which they said “yes”…jon
If you like to visit this Church please Email for more
information
Bugolobi Church for Children Project
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Kids lining up for the morning to walk to the church |
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Some children going on a bus ride |
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Getting a bite to eat before church |
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There is always the Music |
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In a classroom amongst their own age |
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She walked a long way to get here |
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The older helping the younger |
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Getting a cup of porridge |
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read more about the background of such Children
Children Born into Slums
See Africa's Children
in Pictures on pages 1,2, 3, 4,5,6,7,8.
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They Just Keep Coming- Church for
Children in Africa
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