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Everything Changes

The more messed up this world gets, the more God makes sense.

Invisible Children


I met David when he was 14. I was the youth pastor at a local church where the African Children's Choir was performing in our Sunday PM service. It wasn't until the next day, when I walked into a makeshift classroom in our church's prayer room, that I realized the kids were staying in town for a few days.

The choir's tour manager asked me if I would help chaperone a trip to Canada's Wonderland - an amusement park in Toronto. I agreed, gathered my things and hopped on a tour bus full of African children. There was only one seat left on the bus - next to David.

He was this incredibly shy, quiet young man. The oldest "child" on the tour. Although the tour manager was not supposed to tell me David's story, I insisted after a fun-filled day walking around the park with David and two of his younger friends.

David and his brother witnessed rebels brutally murder their parents. I won't go into the details because they are horrific. After escaping the rebels themselves, David and his brother fled to the "bush" where they hid for 4 months. Shortly thereafter a ministry discovered the boys and brought them to their home for orphans.

Long story short: I have kept in contact with David since the day we met. He is now in his twenties and still lives in Uganda.

Tonight I watched a video from a link on Will's blog called Invisible Children. I want to encourage you to take some time to visit his blog and watch this powerful documentary. Whether you have an African connection like me or not, I am sure it will impact your life.

And it will give you a glimpse into one of the many crises happening in our world.
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11:53 AM

hey pastor paul - that movie really impacted me! I have a picture of some of those kids from the children's choir - i wonder if David's in it? I will have to show it to you sometime!

i hope you are doing well!

love, angela.    



12:40 PM

Angela - I would LOVE to see those pics! I had a picture of David standing beside the tour bus, but I lost it a few years ago. Hopefully I can see them sometime!    



1:22 PM

hey bro...look i'm actually posting decent stuff..LOL. I should have been doing this more. Well glad you enjoyed the movie. Me and Lori, well depending if she can, are wanting to take a team of people from here to Uganda at the end of the summer. Well glad you wathced the movie. You should check out their website...There is some really cool stuff on there.    



12:19 AM

awesome.

I'm travelling as a chaperone with the current group of kids in the African Children's Choir...

Nobody as old as 14, but some similar stories, for sure.

Every summer the organization puts together a volunteer trip to Uganda. Maybe you could sign up and track David down while you're there.

peace.
dave turner    



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