Watoto Ugandan Choir

On the evening of Zeke's 12th day he sat contentedly with Andrew and I listening to the joyous music coming from the 'Watoto'(children in Swahili). Last night the three of us ventured into Hamilton to hear Uganda's children's choir. The church building was packed and the African children sang and danced beautifully for their Maker! Each one robed in African attire with it's glorious colors. A few tears escaped my eyes as I looked down at a very loved and cared for little Zeke and then up to the eyes of a dozen orphaned children sharing their stories and celebrating the love and care of their heavenly Father.

I don't know what many of the words in the book of Revelation mean or how they will be revealed but I love the picture of hope and love painted in chapter 7 when the elders ask about the ones clothed in white robes and it is answered regarding them "These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore

'they are before the throne of

God

and serve him day and

night in his temple;

he who sits on the

throne will spread his tent

over them.

Never again will they hunger;

never again will they thirst.

The sun will not beat upon

them,

nor any scorching heat.

For the Lamb at the center of

the throne will be their

shepherd ;

he will lead them to springs

of living water.

And God will wipe away

every tear from their

eyes.' 

Rev. 7:14-17

This is what I see for the children left orphaned by aids and toiling under the African sun for food in dumpsters. I see God stretching his tent over them, quenching their thirst and wiping each tear.