Sunday proved to be a bit of a change of plans for all of us. We had hoped to go to church up in Sebei where we used to live, but Jeremy had a head ache, so I (Tom) was the only one to go as Julie stayed home with the kids. I picked up Masawo a Sabean living in Mbale to go along. He wanted to go home to go to church and he and Julie had planned to give the church 2 sheet cakes which Masawo had made for us. They did this because we had not told anyone we were coming and they would not have anything prepared for us to eat. Anyway, we made the long drive up the beautiful mountain of our home of 7 years and memories flooded my thoughts as we drove. We talked about the church spilt that had happened and other news about the church so I could be prepared for what was to come. We arrived late, but then they had started late. All were very surprised to see me and because of my grey beard some even doubted it was me. We had our 2 1/2 church service on backless wooden benches and the smell of freshly smeared cow dung on the floor brought back many memories. I listened to 3 different choirs, lots of choruses and testimonies. I gave my testimony and made them all laugh with my broken language and ended up doing the rest in English. After the sermon and church was over Masowo and I went into the little town center for lunch and then headed for the main church to see a man who had recently lost his wife. He wasn't home, but we left his children with sugar and then found him at the church. We talked with him and the elders and then it was time to go home before the sun set. It was a good, but tiring day.