A Kitgum Borehole Story

On Friday we loaded up and headed to Kitgum, 40 kilometers north, to visit Zane and Summer who have been leading a church there for the past year. It was a blessing to say the least. We spent time discussing life on the field in Kitgum and Jinja over lunch then we went to see the farm.

Zane and Summer are starting a farm and a community just out of town. They are building compacted dirt houses using 50 kilo sugar sacks. The house was so cool inside that you almost had to put on a jacket to sit. It was as good as we felt all week, temperature wise. We also checked out the 60 foot deep hand dug cistern. I nearly fell in but that’s another story.

We decided to break into groups to share the Gospel. JB, Apollo and I went our way and as we passed the nearby borehole we saw some women and teenage girls getting water. JB and I decided to speak with them. Asking if I could share a story with them the said yes so with JB translating the three of us started pumping the water for the women as I told them about Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well at Sychar. It was an amazing thing as I shared how Jesus had told the woman to go get her husband and her reply that she had no husband. At this point I looked at one woman and said “Jesus said, ’You are right when you say you have no husband. You have had 5 husbands and the one you have now is not your husband .’” As I continued pumping the borehole I turned and spoke to the others as well. After 15 minutes all nine women wanted to give their lives to Jesus! Praise the Lord!

But what I had missed was that the woman I had pointed at had broken into tears at what Jesus said because she was in the same situation as the Samaritan woman. The women all wanted to know this Jesus who had revealed this about their friend to us. God is good and knows just what people need to hear.

The other teams had success as well as God used Mukisa and Opio to lead some drunken young men to Christ. They even poured out all their booze! Then the men lead Paul and Opio over to their grandmothers to tell her that they had just been born again like her. JB, Apollo and I were talking to her when they came. It was very great time!

It started to rain so we said goodbye to the McCourtneys had headed back to Pajule. We really are seeing the fields white for harvest. And JB and Grace are right in the heart of it.