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Pastor
Colin at a Nateete orphanage on the outskirts of Kampala,
Uganda, earlier this year
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many times do we say, "Why me?" Or hear it said as others
find themselves in some disaster or predicament? Someone is
sacked from their job, a loved daughter seduced, the family home
repossessed, a respected grandfather lies dying from cancer or
a young son full of promise handicapped through an accident and
our silent heart-cry is, "Why me?"
Perhaps
the greatest question was that of Jesus upon the cross, "Father,
why have You forsaken Me?" Another way of saying, "Why
me?" Many little children cannot yet frame the thought or
words "Why me?", yet we ask why should evil happen to
them. In Africa I meet so many orphans, thousands, left destitute
by war and disease, so many mothers struggling to support their
fatherless children knowing they themselves have only a few years
to care, for their dying husband left them with HIV. They train
the children to look after their siblings for when mother is no
longer there.
n
this issue you will find Ronnie’s story. Ronnie calls me Grandpa.
I know him well, and his pastor. His story will be difficult to
believe. Ronnie could certainly question, "Why me?"
Then dear Moza struggling to keep her children safe from kidnap
and herself from being killed. Why? Princess Evelyn, born in a
palace, orphaned, restored to college, then onto the USA, now
working to educate orphans and set up clinics for the poor in
Africa. Jeremy, who you would think had life made with excellent
job, many friends, lovely family, first class education and prospects
tells us he needed to set aside time to hear God. Tavistock’s
most loved grandma, Ruby, tells her story, as does Derek in his
battle for his bride!
Read
their stories. Honest accounts from real people searching for
answers. And I will try to address the subject with my story later,
"Why? Why? Why?"
Colin
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