homegroup

Day whatever of having typhoid. I hate being sick. Mostly because I don’t have the energy to go do everything I normally like to do. So after several days I felt stuck not getting out and exploring. I sat on the couch watching law & order thinking about how I needed a change. In walked several Ugandans. I almost did a double take. They meet in our tv room every Wednesday for prayer. This week they invited me to join them. Someone has an established sense of irony for my life.

As usual with Ugandans, halfway thru the meeting there were 2x as many as at the beginning. They of course asked if I was going to a church yet. I told them about going to KPC on easter and how it seemed like a mainstream church so I didn’t like it very much. That and I think I went on the wrong Sunday cuz they preached on the rapture which I don’t believe in. I should have asked where they all went to church. Turns out they go to KPC. They decided I went on the right Sunday since I heard about the rapture. And….impasse. Thankfully we agreed to disagree or debate such things.

In sharing time they asked me to share also. Then they asked me what was on my deeper mind. I have a very disjointed deeper mind. Random stuff. As usual, I didn’t tell everything. I don’t know theses people. Surprisingly, the roles in the group seem very similar to those in an American church group. There is the weird guy who talks a lot, the one who tries to redirect everyone’s attention to the actual topic after being sidetracked by the talkative guy. The comforting woman. The woman who directs attention off of her when its her turn to share. You know, the usual.

One of the things I mentioned was my loneliness. Aha, two of the women live in my neighborhood. Yay, more new friends.