Hush, Uganda: Hope Never Runs Dry

To many, it seems the princes of darkness are having their annual stop over on 1° 0′ 0″ N / 32° 0′ 0″ E, otherwise known to many as Uganda.

There’s a typhoid outbreak in the capital city. Jiggers in Masaka. King-overthrowing in Tooro. Fires. Flu and cough. The depreciating value of the Uganda shilling plus Ag’ataliiko Nfuufu!

Not to mention it is so hot, one tweep said

As if that was not enough, the August House decided they can do the Human Resource of media companies. Frankly very fishy business given how dry the season is, and how close elections are.

This morning the attention went to National Water,UMEME and MUK. Residents of Bukoto have had no power for almost two days and despite the work from the water utility body, tweeps are not sparing chills. As for UMEME, it seems their recent award for Crisis Management did not even encourage them on how to deal with crises.

Makerere University Annual strike resumed but I am yet to find out why.

It all seems like the country is a boiling mess. However, not so.

1 Cor 19: 18 Yet I will leave 7,000 in Israel, all the knees that have not bowed to Baal and every mouth that has not kissed him.

It is possible to experience all of this madness and yet still remain sane. It is not that with every raising of dust, we all get disconcerted. One can remain unmoved amidst the craziness. It’s true everyone has something they are dealing with. Perspective helps us put things in proper view.

Not that one is unfeeling and unaware of the tragedies and challenges around, but where one says –

Psalm 61 from the end of the earth I call to you
when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I,
3 for you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the enemy.

Where one knows that there is a Rock of Ages, an anvil where hammers have pounded but no change has been seen. A realisation as that of the Psalmist.

Psalm 139 7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.

It is possible to face so much consternation, Pharaoh behind you, the Red Sea ahead and not be moved, because you know you are not the one fighting to keep your life. There’s a rest that takes you through all of life’s wildness, that rest is Him.

We’ve heard it before – For God and My Country. In the midst of all this happening around us, perhaps we should remember that in His eyes, it is God for us. For what can we bring to Him? We weak and empty leaves. We trust in Him, the Rock higher than us. For we really cannot help ourselves, it is Him who is life in all the death around us.

Hope never runs dry.

Beautiful Thursday.


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