Along with the Gospel
in the developing world —and because of it!—we must pursue partnerships and the
intentional development of engineering and design professionals and programs.
This was one of the sentiments that hung with me (John) from our eMi staff conference
one year ago.
And this summer, I got to experience it. As of August 3rd, eMi
East Africa—in partnership with eMi Canada—finished a six-week course pouring
practical survey knowledge into the minds of Ugandan college students. I spent more than four weeks in the classroom
and on the grounds of Kyambogo University here in Kampala.
I got to be on both
ends of the exchange as I performed the role of administrator and aid for the
course, but was also a student. Five
other Ugandans and I were privileged to sit under the experienced tutelage of eMi
volunteer Patrick Cochrane and learn the practical ins and outs of surveying on
many varieties of equipment: RTK GPS, Total Stations, Theodolites, data
collectors. The students received more time on equipment in those 4 weeks than
in all their previous three years of studying surveying. We also navigated the beginnings of drafting
our surveys.
But one of my favorite moments was actually the devotional time all the guys--at varying levels of commitment to Christianity--took turns leading. I don't know that I'll easily forget the morning one of the guys forgot it was his turn and poked me, which found me cracking open my Bible with them to one of my favorite, life-defining passages: Psalm 40.
I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
After weeks rubbing shoulders with these guys, most of them typical male (Ugandan) college students, it was an incredible chance to tell them some of my story, and what the Gospel looked like--particularly in my life. eMi is mostly a support ministry to other organizations; directly sharing Christ with people is not as frequent an opportunity as some missionaries have it. But the ensuing conversations with these guys as we interacted over this passage was a unique privilege.
But one of my favorite moments was actually the devotional time all the guys--at varying levels of commitment to Christianity--took turns leading. I don't know that I'll easily forget the morning one of the guys forgot it was his turn and poked me, which found me cracking open my Bible with them to one of my favorite, life-defining passages: Psalm 40.
I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
After weeks rubbing shoulders with these guys, most of them typical male (Ugandan) college students, it was an incredible chance to tell them some of my story, and what the Gospel looked like--particularly in my life. eMi is mostly a support ministry to other organizations; directly sharing Christ with people is not as frequent an opportunity as some missionaries have it. But the ensuing conversations with these guys as we interacted over this passage was a unique privilege.
A week later, taking the practicum to the field, we spent 7 days in
the thick bush surveying 500 acres on Restoration Gateway’s ministry site in
rural Uganda. (I returned by myself last weekend to tie up some loose ends
regarding the survey of the river there, and I'm now there for a week with the design team from North America.) We learned a lot about surveying, but
also about each other, and how our faith crosses cultures.
There was a point where I wasn’t sure if I was learning more
about surveying or about the culture of Ugandan college students.
Some reflections:
·
Atkins what? You can eat pounds of starch at
every meal and still have less than 10% body fat.
·
I still don’t understand the importance of
dowries. But talking about them along
with other gender issues generates a truly lively discussion among Ugandans.
·
Talking politics isn’t so challenging when you
can keep yourself a bit removed and don’t do the talking.
·
Some jokes translate, some don’t. But explaining a joke still kills the humor.
·
Despite our very real problems, I really value
America and despite putting on a neutral posture, I am more sensitive to its
criticism than I would have thought.
·
Asking “why” takes observation to a whole new
level of learning.
·
I have taken for granted how much we in America
have a culture rich in education. There
is very real value in this that I don’t know how to properly describe—real
value that allows us to increase our positions professionally, technologically,
and otherwise. We all stand on the
shoulders of those who have gone before us growing from the knowledge that has
previously been discovered and integrated. Even those of us who might not have
finished college, or even high school, absorbed more than some college
educations, simply from living a culture that is saturated with education. I have
a new level of gratefulness for my education, but even more for my parents and
grandparents generations and what they have imparted to us.
·
Character and heart transcends culture. We all bleed red regardless of our skin
color or the colors of our flag. Some
students were hard working, some not so much.
Some were more aware of others around them, some weren’t. Some were gracious, some were entitled. Some were haughty, some were meek. Working with 5 students in another culture
was difficult in some respects and very rewarding in many. Spending some much time with these guys, it
was challenging to get my head around their ways of interacting and understanding
their experiences. But it was comforting
in one aspect, underneath their culture and life experiences, they were more
familiar to me than I would have thought.
And each of them, no matter how likable or wanting their character was,
have the same needs I have: needs for love, belonging, kindness, need to be
known, to be forgiven, need to use or lives for a greater purpose than
satisfying our own appetites.
Final reflection: Not unlike the
Bible belt of America, or my own heart at times, the gospel of grace is sometimes
a shallow, missing, or forgotten concept in the daily faith of those who call
themselves Christians. But daily
devotions together and preaching the gospel over and over to each other was one
of the highlights of my time with my new Ugandan friends.
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