Monday, May 16, 2016

A Near Miss

Well, it’s me again: Elisha McFarland, with a crazy story to tell. Now, don’t get me wrong: I love blogging, but when this story happened, I knew that I had to share this testimony with everyone.

Yesterday we went to drop of the Vogt family, who were leaving Uganda for good. We went to Entebbe with them, swam in a pool, and went to the zoo (I will enclose pictures). It was fun, but also sad at the same time, like when you give your teddy bear to the family next door, and you are sad, but when you see the shining eyes of their 3 year old daughter, you know it is worth it. The shining eyes of those kids who were sad to leave, but eager to see their mother in the US made the drive and trip worth it.
                
After seeing them off, my family and I drove to Kampala, where we shopped and ate lunch. However, God had a surprise for us just before lunch: Right after we drove up to the Thai restaurant, 4 fighter planes flew overhead, doing barrel roles, looping the loop, and other awesome tricks. The reason for this was because of the threat by Al Qaeda to Uganda after President Museveni was elected for the trillionth time in a row. Because of the threat, Museveni launched these planes in the air to show that Uganda had power (please pray for Uganda as the inauguration is on Thursday). It was loud, but fun to watch. So, after an air show and lunch, we set out for home.

Traffic was good, so after shopping a bit more, we left Kampala at 4:00 in high spirits. We talked as we drove home, as well as napped in the car. After about an hour of driving, we reached a town called Wobulenzi, which is about 50 kilometers from our home. Before we even reached the town, however, something in me told me that there was something wrong. A cold pit of fear gnawed at me, and made me wonder: Is this a warning from God? I didn’t tell anyone of it, because if it was really not a warning, and I told someone, then I would have gotten laughed at by my siblings. The whole drive through the town, I prayed, asking God if he was trying to tell me something. Finally, when we reached the end of the town, I decided that I was just creeping myself out (that does happen, you know!), and I didn’t need to worry. However, I was still on my toes as we began to drive down a hill. We had just gone down when it happened: 

A bus in the opposite lane came whipping around the bus in front of it in a no pass zone, doing at least 90 kph (the speed limit was 50), and was 10 feet from hitting us.

The bus whipped around the car in front of it, and swerved towards us. Looking back on it, I remember only one thought: Help! Now, my dad and I saw it at the same time, and we both reacted: he spun the wheel 45 degrees left, swerving us into the shoulder (that’s what they call it, right?). There were people on both sides of the road and my Dad just swerved in a way to miss the bus and the people.

My dad told me this afterwards:
The bus driver was panicking. Rather than slow down, he sped up to finish his pass and in that he had to make that split second decision: Hit us, a van with 8 people in it, or swerve to the left and hit a young man just beginning to cross the road on his bike. The driver chose the latter.
                
As I think about it, I am grateful to the driver; not for almost hitting us, but for avoiding us and choosing to instead hit the young man collecting water for his family in a Jerri can. If he had hit us, then there is no question: I would be a young orphan with 2 or less siblings to take care of. Instead, somebody else is mourning the loss of their father, brother, or son (we didn’t get a good look at the guy). Even so, the bus drove on, for if the driver went back to check on the injured or dead man, then the locals would have torn him out of the bus and killed him.

My dad told me this the next day:
                I looked back at the bus through the side view mirror, and saw it strike the bike with the kid on it. Watching it was like watching a crash test doll: The bike and kid went flying. The bus slammed into him. There is no question in my mind: The boy is dead.
                
This whole scene made me wonder so many things that my head hurt afterwards. Did the boy wake up in the morning, knowing he was going to die that afternoon? What was his last thought? Was he a Christian? Did it hurt to die? Was he scared? Did he have any family?
                
I answered most of these myself, and my parents answered the rest: He didn’t wake up in the morning knowing he was going to die, and his last thought probably was “Oh, God!” He might have been a Christian, but we won’t know for sure. He was hit so fast that it probably didn’t hurt, but he definitely felt something. He was most definitely scared, and probably did have family, a family that would stay up all night with neighbors mourning their loss. But this I know: Neither choice was good. But I am thankful God has preserved our lives, because if the driver had made the other choice, than I wouldn’t be here: Because I wasn’t buckled in.
                
This evening I have a few mixed emotions. It has taken me a while to finish this blog post, because I have some kind of curse with computers (making them break while i am writing this) and because the internet is slow. Museveni was sworn in, and for that I am glad. However, before I finish this, I would like to give 2 grateful thank you's: The first one to the family of the boy, for sacrificing their son's life in order that we would not be killed (even without knowing it). Thank you ever so much.
                
My second thank you is to God: For sparing my life. I really do not deserve it, and deserved death. And yet..... He saved me, and in that I may rejoice. He has plans for me! He is an amazing, awesome beautiful, holy God. Praise Be!

Elisha McFarland

Friday, April 22, 2016

Grandpa and JD's trip to Uganda
I am so excited that my grandpa and cousin are here! I have loved seeing them and hearing about there past experiences, as well as hearing news about home. I am really thankful for God's grace in giving my aunt the money to send her son here, and for God's grace in giving my parents the money to go to Murchison! Here is a couple of pictures i took!


I really loved seeing all the animals God has created (Genesis 1:1-20), and hope to see as many as possible. Thank you all for your prayers and support!