Road to Pajule Pt.3

We had opted to go by way of Gulu to check on Pastor Samuel Olara and the church in Kabaedo’pong (pronounced kabaedo’pong). They were building permanent temporary walls. Permanent since they were using baked bricks, temporary since the mortar was mud with no cement. To build permanent structures you need site plans drawings and all that kind of stuff. But temporary buildings, which can remain indefinitely, don’t need them.
It was looking very good. We had lunch with Samuel and Concy, then hit the road for Pajule. Two hours later we arrived at JB’s.

It was a joyful arrival as we were excited to leave the car and even more excited to see the family. JB looked his normal happy self but a few pounds lighter. Grace is even more hospitable and gracious then she was in Jinja. Aryana, the world’s youngest teenager at the age of three, threw herself into Kelli’s arms and then proceeded to speak nonstop for about 116 hours. And Zaphenath-Paneah just sat and watched. His name means ‘the man who knows things,’ and he acts it too. Always observing and seeming to say “I knew that.”

Sleeping arrangements were soon worked out with Kelli, Anne Rose and Jacob staying with the Toolits and Apollo, Paul and I staying in the nearby guest house. Grace prepared food and we all retired fairly early to be ready to minister the next day. We were looking forward to visiting Pajule College and going door to door visiting and sharing the gospel.