Day 4  July 3rd, Saturday - Breakfast in a 3rd world country.  ¡±Talk with Africans - Dance with them!  Approximately 7:30 am, I woke up with a rested mind, body and soul.  Strange...I was never able to do that in America.  Apparently, the Lord showed His grace upon me with an early wake up call.  Morning Worship then breakfast.¡±  Actually, I slept through my first morning worship.
 
I had a typical breakfast with African style Kim-chee, rice, dried seaweed (imported), and hot goat milk.  I sat among many of my friends, but around me was Africans  Ugandans and Rwandans.  Regardless, only a few of us intertwined our differences to form a single spiritual body.
  
After breakfast, I noticed a group of African children singing and dancing for a few missionary spectators.  Missionary Kim from America, we are very glad to see you.  With your group from America, we are very blessed to see you. sang the children.

 The next thing I knew, all the children laughed with joy while watching me dance.  A few of my friends watched with awe  acknowledging my zealous energy for the children.  This was my first step of assimilation within the Ugandan culture.  Moreover, through the commandment of Jesus Christ go and make disciples of all nations, I realized that only through the blood of Christ are we can be united as one body.  Otherwise, there would be no reason for me to come to Africa.

 Day 5  July 4th, Sunday  Dance till you drop!  Dance!  Dance!  Dance!  That's how you can talk to Africans!¡± I recalled.  Dancing was a very common cultural practice in Africa.  Any person that danced with Africans initially became part of their culture, thus, became part of their family.  After my arrival in Africa, I was quite ecstatic to assimilate into the African culture, therefore, danced with them at any given opportunity.
 
Unlike the America form of praise, the African's way of praising was..well, praise till you drop.  After church service, there was this Ugandan DJ that played Ugandan gospel music.  The children, eager to listen and dance to the music, danced with everything they have got.  Well, what am I doing  here watching the kids dance around? I thought.  I was first reluctant to join dancing with the children, but I decided to disregard any fear of being the weirdo and started dancing.
 
I joined the dance and begun to exert all my energy to dance with the children.  Within minutes, the church became the biggest dance party I have ever been to.  Everyone jumped, danced, sang, and shouted.  For two hours, we danced and danced till we were eventually kicked out.  All the children recognized my energy and begun to follow me wherever I went.  I was moved with compassion and wanted to teach them all that I knew about Jesus.