Okay….I’m not particularly good at writing about my personal life but it’s momentous, it’s God-given, I’m VERY thankful and it feels dishonest not telling you. So….here goes…..I’m getting married on Saturday 7th July 2012.

Hildah, my wife-to-be, is Ugandan. This is, in itself, a complete shock to me! I didn’t expect to get a wife and I certainly didn’t expect her to be Ugandan. When I started to spend most of my time in Uganda thought that was me consigned to singledom forever: I knew many beautiful Ugandans but I’d never been attracted to one! . I’d known Hildah for a while – we used to buy stock for the village projects from her shop in Kabale. We got on, ate together a few times and I started to feel differently. Then I started the traditional Christian worrying about God’s will. Then I worried about the cultural differences and the fact that we’ll have to spend a lot of time in each other’s countries. Then I started to panic about the 12 year age difference. Then I just gave in and asked God.

To cut a long story short….we’ve been together for a year, we get on, we both love Jesus and what J10:10 does and we’re trusting Him to help us work out the rest. And she’s lovely and we’re happy. Let’s move on!

But before we do…….Hildah and I did an outreach whilst I was in Uganda. We went out with a brilliant group called the Foundation for People with Disabilities who help those Ugandans who have lost or been born with physical disabilities. The particular group that we were visiting had a music group that plays, sings, etc. But very few people will hire them because they’re handicapped. We were there to tell them how much God loves them, that we are making the J10:10 computer centre and training available to them and to offer support and encouragement.

They played and sang for us…..and they were okay. And God said to me, ‘Show them that you mean it – ask them to be the entertainment at your wedding.’ Now I love the idea of our wedding being attended by those that society shuns. Jesus talked about a party where only the poor, homeless and shunned attended. And I loved this idea. So I turned to Hildah and said, ‘I want to ask them to play at our wedding. And I want to ask all their friends. Is that okay?’

Previous experience with women suggested that she would scream, gasp in horror or just leave me. Hildah looked at me. smiled and said, ‘Yes, of course. And we should ask the street-kids too – everyone who doesn’t usually get invited to parties.’

Thank you Lord.

Snorkelling in Mombassa