Bryan, Phil, and I went to gulu Baptist church. It is in peche which is about a 7 minute boda ride (and the boda goes super fast). Vincent ochang is the pastor there so it was neat to see him. He preached on a cheerful giver. It is really crazy to hear the people here talk about giving because they have such little but it is great that they see the benefit and the call to give as one that should be taken seriously. Throughout the service they referenced the recent break-ins they had experienced. Apparently a young man they had been helping decided to take money from the daycare. It was so unfortunate but they just prayed that he would have a change of heart.
During the day we all did our own thing pretty much. I went to town with john (a roadie) and Christine (a HEALS volunteer—joylee's afterschool kids program). We walked around the market and laughed a whole lot. John seems like a really neat guy and Christine is always so sweet.
That evening we took phil out to bamboo (a new really nice place) for dinner for father's day. Going to a restaurant in Gulu is a totally different experience than in the states. They don't really like to take individual orders they like one person to say 2 of these and 3 of these and such. The service is really really slow and formal. Even at the dives they will put your bottle of water on a tray or in a basket to carry it 3 steps to your table. The food comes out at different times and is sometimes wrong. Like at bamboo I was supposed to get banana fritters and potatoes according to the menu. Well I didn't get either and they just said "there was a mistake" o well.
When we got back to the house margo and I (with a little help from Jamie) had made a poster/card and we all chipped in and got a chocolate cake with Happy Father's Day Phil on it. He was really touched by it. The card was hilarious because instead of signing everyone's name margo and I wrote them in special ways to illustrate the person. We wrote catherine's in hieroglyphics because she is Egyptian, we wrote seth's on a torah because he is jewish, mine was in math symbols, hers was in a flower, bryan's was on a markee in lights because he is a super-star (everyone always asks "do you know bryan?" "where is bryan" and all the people we meet are so attracted to him) josh's (HEALS volunteer) was on a peanutbutter jar because he sits with us every night and eats peanutbutter and crackers and lastly Jamie wrote gasolina on a gas pump because that is how he woke phil up singing that song. Unfortunately the cake tasted like sand and the icing was as hard as a rock, but it was the thought that counts. We sat around and asked him dad/spouse questions and had a really great conversation. I know that he misses his family a lot but we are so thankful that he is here.
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