Several days ago, I got an early morning phone call. My friend Pat who has spent most of the past 17 years in western Uganda was on the line. She’s been in North Carolina for the past few months, but she had received a late night call the day before. The news was that the home she was about to settle into in August had burned. It was still standing but the whole interior had been destroyed. The cause of the fire remains unknown. Once the alarm was raised by a neighbor who heard an explosion, other friends rallied around to try to put the fire out – there is no fire brigade in this town – but they were too late to salvage much of anything.
Gone was the brand new fridge Pat had just purchased, along with her bike, two new bikes for her daughters, all her clothes and her other personal effects. Just like that, in a matter of hours, almost all of her worldly possessions had turned to ashes. And the home from which she had planned to launch a new ministry for women in the textile arts was now just a smoldering shell. This was a house I’d spent time in with the previous family who had lived there, eating many meals around their dining table and sharing stories in their kitchen. Even I felt a sense of loss though I no longer live in Uganda.
Pat’s reaction amazed me. While I was worried about all she had lost, she kept focussing on the fact that the house was empty at the time and no one had been hurt or injured.
And she was right. Her belongings are replaceable, but losing loved ones is quite another thing.
What the future holds for Pat is murky though she still intends to return to Uganda in August on schedule and begin the process of re-building her home. How best to move forward is not clear but God remains the one who will guide and direct her path and Pat claims this assurance.
Thanks be to God, the one who brings beauty from ashes, for his mercy in the midst of this terrible loss.