A burial occurred out in the Bush beyond Soroti, Uganda. It was the brother of Rebekah who became my granddaughter when she was "adopted" by our grandson, Sam. We had to shift the body up from the Soroti hospital; quite a challenge. It was a very out-of-the-range location, just a family area of some sort, no true homes. Believe me, the whole area was filled with poverty. At this location, the only one who seemed very happy to see a few people was the little goat.
However, the Word of God is the most important part that I hope was dropped into the hearts of those who were attending, helping in this ceremony. Seed-planting is extremely important. And our Lord Jesus IS is the Refuge from poverty and the Shadow from heat. And, even though this was a mid-December burial, the heat was quite high.
Again, more proof that HE is the Refuge and Shadow. That is one of my "forever and ever" desires.
Extra photos. It was quite a day, believe me. And the photo I took a week later of my son, Sam, and Rebekah, when my friend Jill and I had taken her to New Hope Uganda. [AND, just before Dave and I were heading to the airport, after he had come a couple weeks earlier, to pick me
up and help me home, we had this photo taken with her.
That was February, 2004. A treat for us.]