On September 14th 2000 I traveled home to take a vacation and visit my parents. On that day at around midday I went to the little Full Gospel grass thatched church where I was raised up to pray and have some quite time alone. As I approached the church I looked at it and it had not changed from the same church I had seen fifteen years ago; grass thatched, tinny, and now starting to collapse on one side. I decided in my heart that this had to change. I decided to become a beggar on behalf of this church and community.

I returned home that afternoon and instead of a quite time I developed a riot time. I thought several times why was the church like this? The whole of that night my heart wandered around the village, home after another home, thinking of how the community was being wiped out due to HIV/AIDS, seeing children left in the cold fatherless and motherless. I could only see children and the elderly left behind to take care of the families and themselves.

The problem was not on the outside, it was inside the people. Neither was the problem one of not wanting to have a better church but the community was in trouble. Men and women between the age of 30 - 45 were being swept out and those that are left behind are children who are vulnerable to HIV/AIDS and to early pregnancies.

I came to realize that building the church was not the priority but rather helping the families have hope, bringing joy to the dying widows, and a good future for every orphaned child. This would have more impact than constructing the church; thus the birth of the name Bringing Hope to the Family.

With only $3 to live on in my new calling I left my job at The Source, in Jinja, where I worked as a manager and a computer instructor.

I returned home that afternoon and instead of a quite time I developed a riot time. I thought several times why was the church like this? The whole of that night my heart wandered around the village, home after another home, thinking of how the community was being wiped out due to HIV/AIDS, seeing children left in the cold fatherless and motherless. I could only see children and the elderly left behind to take care of the families and themselves.

The problem was not on the outside, it was inside the people. Neither was the problem one of not wanting to have a better church but the community was in trouble. Men and women between the age of 30 - 45 were being swept out and those that are left behind are children who are vulnerable to HIV/AIDS and to early pregnancies.

I came to realize that building the church was not the priority but rather helping the families have hope, bringing joy to the dying widows, and a good future for every orphaned child. This would have more impact than constructing the church; thus the birth of the name Bringing Hope to the Family.

With only $3 to live on in my new calling I left my job at The Source, in Jinja, where I worked as a manager and a computer instructor.

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