In the opening chapter of C.S. Lewis’s The Voyage of the “Dawn Treader”, Lucy and Edmund Pevensies are visiting their ornery cousin Eustace Scrubb. The siblings have retreated to a quiet bedroom, and there admire a painting of a ship that reminds them of one they used to sail on their past trip to the magical land of Narnia. Eustace stumbles across the siblings and begins to tease them mercilessly. But soon, something strange begins to happen. The crashing water that is depicted in the painting starts to splash into the room, and suddenly the children are soaked--and find themselves pulled into the painting. No longer are they stuck in a back bedroom at their annoying cousin’s house, they suddenly find themselves back on caspian’s ship in Narnia.
Sometimes these kinds of adventures happen in “real life”. We’ve been minding our own business, living our lives, and suddenly we find ourselves whisked along to a place we could not have imagined. For me, it was a rainy Sunday afternoon in January of 2006. My father called that afternoon to ask my advice. He question was simple: should he go to Uganda the following month with his friend? To me, the answer was obvious. “Yes! Go, dad! You should go!” And then, I added this clause: “By the way, I know I’ll go to Uganda some day. It could be years from now. But I just know that I’ll go.” The call ended shortly after that and all thoughts of Uganda left my mind.
Until the very next day. At noon my phone rang again. My friend, Connie, was on the line, and the first words out of her mouth gave me goosebumps. “Hi Sara. I’m planning a trip to Uganda in July. You are the first person that came to mind. Do you want to go?” And just like that I was pulled from my little house in Portland, Oregon into Kampala, Uganda.
That was 2006. At a time in my life when it “didn’t make sense” to go to Uganda. But the pull--or in this case, the literal call-- was so clear that I couldn’t say NO. And like the Penvesies discover in Narnia, when you say “Yes” to going where you are pulled, adventure happens. Even poor Eustace, who didn’t want to go to Narnia, ended up having an adventure of his own.
This blog will be the story of our adventure at KUZA. I hope you follow a long as I share stories from students, from trips and updates from our Uganda office. Who knows what will find its way to these pages.
Sara Reamy KUZA Executive Director
Comment ABOVE (by the title of the post) with YOUR thoughts, dear reader!
Where have you been pulled? Did you go willingly like the Penvensies? Or did you resist, like dear old Eustace Scrubb? What have you learned on your journey?