First of all I need to start with an apology. Maybe I'm not apologizing to too many people, but my intention was to update this blog once or twice a week. That mark hasn't been hit yet, so I apologize.

There is no way to narrate the past week's events in any way that would make sense so this will just be a post of short, random highlights.

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A week ago I was the first mzungu (white person) on the U LAY BACK radio show that reached three fourths of Uganda. It was absolutely hilarious. I'm not sure what we talked about, but we had a good time doing it.

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I hopped a bus up to Gulu, the biggest city in Northern Uganda, for a few days. A group of Grove City students had been up there for a few weeks taking a class and going to different IDP camps. They were awesome and certainly left an impact on some of the people that they came in contact with.

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Benson Ocen, a friend who was key in the success of the last trip, and I went out to an IDP camp to do trauma counseling. What this man does is pretty intense. He leads a team of about twelve Ugandans to IDP camps where they stay for two weeks at a time. Every afternoon they spend about three hours of group trauma counseling, then one-on-one trauma counseling. They break off into different age groups to teach them simple life skills and to guide them through the beginnings of the healing process. Benson is a heck of a teacher. Glimmers of light and hope are penetrating utter darkness and despair.

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On the way back from Gulu, my boiling point was reached. Stepping off the bus after the five hour ride, taxi drivers swarmed me and in broken English tried to get me to ride in one of their cabs. One man was in my face quoting all sorts of different prices and I refused them all. Finally, he asked me how money I had. I responded, "Loads. I'm from America."

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The reason I rode back to Kampala was to attend the wedding of Jerome and Hannah. The service was held in an Anglican church. Liturgical dance party is really the only way to describe the service. Over five hundred people attended the reception. At least one hundred of those people spoke kinds words about Jerome and Hannah, accounting for about four of the seven hours that the reception lasted. Then another dance party erupted. Those Africans sure know how to dance. I love it. It is simple celebration.

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Martin Ssempaand about five others went out to an old fishing village on Lake Victoria. We took an old fishing boat out to an island that Martin is trying to buy. The boat was a glorified canoe/gondola that looked like it had seen too many years on the lake already. But it served us well. In a moment of inspiration on the way to the island I tried unsuccessfully to teach the Ugandans the chorus to Mrs. McGrath.

We only left the island at sunset. We didn't have any lights on the boat. So we watched the sun set and the stars come out over Lake Victoria. Real pretty. I still don't know how they found their way back to shore an hour later, but they did.

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Well that's about it for today. I was hoping to get into some more deep stuff that's happening because a lot is going on. Hopefully I can post a few more times before I head back to the states on Friday. Thank you so much for the comments, emails, and prayers. They mean a bunch.