Not About Me

Sometimes I forget that life is not about me. Okay, most of the time. I was greatly regretting my agreement to carry a box of books with me to Uganda. After all, the rest of the time was going from San Diego straight to our final destination in Uganda while I had several places to stop in between. Carrying this box, in addition to my own luggage, is quite a feat. While feeling sorry for myself it eventually occurred to me that this box of books is at the core of why I am going to Uganda in the first place. These books represent the opportunity to equip Ugandan pastors with some of the only training for preaching that have ever received. This helped remind me that this box and indeed this trip is not at all about me. I hope to never forget it.