Uganda Mission Trip I want to start of by thanking you for supporting my trip to Gulu, Uganda. This trip allowed me to bless so many people, and I learned so much during my 11 days. This trip stretched me in my faith in a lot of ways. Since I was traveling alone and meeting a team at the airport, I had to be completely reliant on God to get me across the world safely. It was a little scary, but God was at work from the very beginning of this trip. While in the Amsterdam airport I even met a whole missions team that were also going to serve in Gulu, which was a huge comfort to me after not speaking to anyone for such a long time. I had no troubles traveling in various airports that I had never set foot in. Once we got to Gulu after eight hours of travel by car, we got a tour of the children’s home that we would be spending the majority of our time in. After getting a tour of the building, I was taken to the preschool that I would be teaching in for the rest of the week. After we visited it, we walked the few minutes it took to get back to the orphanage. …show more content…
An example of this took place on one hot afternoon while we were visiting a piece of land that was being considered to be bought for the building a refugee camp. After walking around the property for a while, we were led into the village by one of the village’s elders. We sat down and an unexpected land negotiation began to take place. After talking for a while, they finally decided on a price and John was actually able to purchase the land. This was amazing because it is very difficult for villagers to sell part of their land since it has been passed down from their ancestors for many generations. Now the land will be used as a home to over 200 refugee orphans from South Sudan. It was amazing to be able to be a part of this, and I am praying that I will be able to go back and help with this new camp as a nursing student next year and the years
It was my first time in the Dominican Republic, away from my parents and traveling alone. It was also my first mission trip and I loved every minute of it. As I sat and looked around the village of slums and shacks, I saw that the people were so giving and friendly. They had next to nothing, and yet they were still volunteering to give more.
I am beyond excited to share that I am going to Cambodia June 4-14 with CGI (Center for Global Impact)!! God is so good! While in Cambodia, we will be forming relationships with women who have been rescued from human trafficking. My team and I will get to work alongside them and ultimately share the hope we have in Christ Jesus with them.
During the imperialism in Africa, a lot of different events happened in Uganda. The imperialism had effects on the country, some of the effects benefited the country, and some did not. Mostly, it did not benefit the country. The British did most things to only benefit themselves, and did not care about what happened to the citizens of Uganda. The British only wanted power over the country, and to make a profit.
The country known as Uganda was once a British colony just like the majority of its neighbors in East Africa. It was initially intruded into by the Arab traders led by Speke and the British explorers led by Stanley in 1862 and 1875 respectively. They both paid homage to Mutesa who was the King (kabaka) of the Buganda. Uganda remained predominantly under the colony of the British until 1962 when they were granted internal self government by Britain (History World, 2011).
The following week, we spent most of our time in the poorest parts of the city. There we went door-to-door sharing the love of God and had Vacation Bible Schools for the kids. This is when I realized how blessed I truly was. For the first time, I got to see the privations and penury environment that the citizens of Third World countries had to endure. The unpaved streets were covered in trash. Many houses, made of tin sheets, had collapsed on themselves. The people had to share wells, where they drew their parasitic water. Men, women, and children sat on the sides of the roads begging for money, because they were sick, hungry, and needed money for food and proper medication. The site of these atrocious states of living broke my heart, and showed me how blessed I really was for not having to face these problems.
Going to another country can be a little bit scary, especially if you are going to a third world country and you don’t plan on staying in the safe touristy areas. With this blog, I hope to appeal to others who are going on a mission trip to Nicaragua for the first time. Through my personal narrative, I hope to calm those first time jitters that people are inclined to get before doing something outside of their comfort zone. It can help when you have an idea about what you are getting into, but there are some things that no one can understand until they have been there, and that’s okay.
After landing in Mexico and meeting up with the people I would be working with during a three-day mission trip, we were crammed into a bus and spent the next two hours getting to know each other. We were there to build homes for a multitude of families in the town of Xochimilco, Mexico. When we arrived late in the afternoon, we were led to an empty school where we would spend our nights. Sleeping on the floor next to school lockers with bugs buzzing in my ears in a country I did not know well was an interesting experience to say the least—but that was just the beginning. At dawn, the real work began and so did a change in my thinking that had a dramatic effect on my perspectives about life.
In Africa, specifically Sierra Leone, a war rages between the government and the rebels. Civil war terrorizes the people and has led people into fear and poverty. Some choose to run in fear, hoping the military will come in and protect their families from the ferocities and hideousness of the war at their doorstep. Others choose to, or are beaten into, joining the rebels or the so called Sebels. Going into the book I was aware of the horrors of war and the atrocities that humanity calls ‘sane’ and ‘legal’ in times of great crisis such as war. My reason for wanting to research the RUF is to understand why the war lasted so long and what the causes were for such a war. I had assumed the RUF was corrupted
The CULP Program is a key program to understanding the way our ally militaries function. There is a large number of nations that offer this program for United States cadets. The nation of Uganda would be a very interesting nation to attend for the CULP program. Engaging the military to military Cultural understanding program would be key to learning their tactics and strategies.
Last Decade governments and high ranking officials from across the globe came together under the magnanimous principles of The Universal Declaration of Human rights giving birth to the millennium development goals.The 8 goals and 21 targets capture ambitious promises such as eradicating poverty and hunger and achieving universal primary education by 2015. (UN.org) Yet with just a few months away from the deadline this historic chapter will close in tragedy.The setting for this tragic tale is Sub-Saharan Africa where 50 million children and youth still remain out-of-school.Despite extraordinary progress in enrollment stark disparities still remain. Poor children across the region are victims of an insidious “lottery of life” where the family they are born into means everything and nothing. (efa governance matters)For a poor child born into poverty the chances of that child finishing school once they start are slim, and if that child happens to be female she can only dream of what it’s like inside a classroom. Experts have declared Africa’s education crisis a state of emergency as dangerously low completion rates, and poor learning achievement have left an indelible stain on educational goals. Africa’s education crisis is a result strong socio-economic and cultural barriers which have created major stumbling blocks in both access to education and learning outcomes.Consequently millions of of children and youth are being robbed of their futures.
In the African countries of Uganda and South Sudan, thousands of men, women and children are being brutally murdered and mutilated in their own villages. Children are being kidnapped by the thousands. Women are being brutally raped. Shockingly, the assailants in these heinous crimes are children, armed under the leadership of a military madman named Joseph Kony. Calling themselves the Lord’s Resistance Army, they are considered one of the most vicious terrorist groups in the world.
Imagine being snatched from your bed in the middle of the night and forced to commit horrific war crimes at only 7 years old. In Uganda, this sadly isn’t an unusual occurrence. Children and their families live in fear of being captured and made into child soldiers against their will. Led by Joseph Kony, the Lord’s Resistance Army has abducted over 30,000 children in Uganda and forced them to fight in war. These children are forced to become brutal killing machines, and lose touch with their livelihood, morals and ultimately their childhood. A student at MHS should care about the child soldiers in Uganda because children are the future of a country. If children grow up in inhumane conditions and trained to be violent from a young age, they will grow up into antagonistic adults that our generation will have to deal with later on in life.
The 2004 film Hotel Rwanda tells the true story of the Rwandan genocide and how one man was able to save hundreds of Tutsi citizens from Hutu rebels. Paul Rusesabagina, a hotel manager at the Hôtel des Mille Collines in Kigali, Rwanda, is Hutu. However, his wife Tatiana is Tutsi, as are many of Paul’s close friends. When the Interahamwe, the Hutu militia, begins attacking innocent Tutsis in Rwanda, it becomes difficult for Paul to protect his family and friends.. In order to keep his family and those residing in his hotel safe, Paul begins to bribe people of political influence, such as Georges Rutaganda and General Bizimungu, with the remaining goods and money in his hotel.
Over the summer, my church youth group and I set out for Costa Rica. While on the trip, God taught me three lessons, thankfulness, looking at the positive side of situations, and listening to God. With an awesome group of people by my side, we boarded the bus bound for the airport. A swift breeze floated through the open windows and cooled us down while the moonlight illuminated the bus. I sat in my seat talking to one of my friends, scarcely able to contain my excitement. To say the least, I felt quite enthusiastic about the trip ahead. We arrived at the airport in the blink of an eye and we started our journey!
For instance, I work in a residence setting that attends to the needs of individuals that experience cognitive difficulties or psychiatric illnesses. While at work I operate social support groups with the intention of aiding in the physical and social needs of our residents. My assistance also extends to accommodating meals, helping with medications and ensuring that daily activities are completed to satisfy individual goals. For instance, in a typical day I work alongside my residents to make sure that they are socializing with others. I do this by helping support their individual needs by establishing a close relationship with them so that they are able to trust the support and guidance that I provide to them. A critical part of my job is that I am meeting the unique needs of my patients. One example that comes to mind when I consider whom I have helped along the way was the time a new patient came to live within the residence and they were having difficulties adjusting to their new environment. I noticed that they spent a lot of time on their own, so I sat and listened to what they had to say, and I offered my support to them so that they were able to voice their uncertainties. I offered the type of help that I thought I would need in a stressful situation. Once the individual opened up about some reservations that they had, we proceeded to paint each others nails and afterwards I was told by one of my coworkers that the resident later came and told them how much that alleviated some of their doubts about the residence and it helped integrate them into their new environment. Once I learned of this it felt really rewarding to know that I had made such a significant impact in someone’s life, even if it was a small gesture. This situation made me aware of how small actions can benefit someone so much, even if we do not realize it. Through experiences like these, it really