Children's Hospital and AIDS Clinic

Immanuel, a 14 year old AIDS patient, and me

On Tuesday the team and I visited a health clinic with a long term AIDS home attached to it. We passed out stickers and held the hands of children who are losing the battle to AIDS and most likely will not be alive in 6 months. It’s difficult to know how to process that. The administrator of the home is an extraordinary young Swiss man, not much older than me. He has made Uganda his home and loves his young victims of AIDS, but he has no knowledge of God. This makes me sad; he is offering something of amazing value to the Ugandan people, but what of eternal value will last?

Next we visited a Children’s Hospital; people poured out of the waiting room, spilling onto the lawn. Dozens of families camped out waiting to be seen; who knows how long they had been there? The condition of the hospital was unreal; in the ER our team was given the opportunity to pray for the patients. I was able to lay hands on a small girl with malaria and pray for her healing and salvation. Something inside of me opened and I couldn’t hold back the tears. Here prayer is always welcomed; the mother was thrilled to have me pray for her little girl. I can’t really imagine stepping into an ER in the States and being invited, even welcomed, by both the parents and the doctor to lay hands on a sick, young girl.

Children at the AIDS home

AIDS home