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Getting there

Friday, 24 September 2021

This should have been day two, but my favorite airline coupled with JetBlue, who delayed six times then cancelled my flight Thursday. When the JetBlue folks saw I had cargo bags to check, they politely informed me it would cost $1,000 to ship them rather than the $500 I had budgeted. Cindy and I busied ourselves in the airport lobby, sorting the clothes we had picked for the kids at RG, eliminating the least valuable half and fitting the most valuable into two bags of less than 50 pounds. During this pandemic, airlines are apparently making up lost airfares with insane baggage fees. After all that sorting, we were still sent home to wait for the another flight that would connect, but would depart one day late.

Tonight, however, we have the same problem. My connecting flight leaves JFK at 10:30, so my delayed JAX flight that won’t leave til 9:30, will never make it in time. I was encouraged to make the flight I can make and work out the resolution in New York. It means spending the night in JFK, but at least I’m on the way.

I’m getting nervous though, because my Covid test hasn’t resulted yet, and I should have paper proof of results to get aboard the international flight. I hope it results while I’m at JFK, and I can find a printer.

Sharlene “Shar” Davis, at the Just Ask desk at JFK helped me when no one else seemed able. The only solution for my missed connection was a flight 24 hours later. I was told my luggage would meet me, but that, just to be safe, I should go to Terminal One to be sure they make it to Terminal Eight, where I would depart to Doha, Qatar.

I decided to get a hotel, and was directed to the Air Train, which took me to Federal Circle, the hub for hotel shuttles. As I was walking around, alone, in New York at 2 AM, I thought it best to remove any sign of weakness, so I rolled my arm sling up and put it in my pocket. All the hotels with shuttles were booked, but I found Sleep Inn, a shady dive in a ghetto called Jamaica, which had rooms. I shared Lyft with a nice couple in the same predicament, then I shared a hotel lobby with a few drunks and what I’m sure were overnight escorts. The room, however, was surprisingly tidy and comfortable, and I got a good sleep. I also got to print my negative Covid test results just in time for the next flight.

Saturday, 25 September 2021

What a baggage fiasco! Last night I was instructed to come in early to make sure my bags were redirected from Terminal 1 to Terminal 8. They are like completely different airports at JFK. I did that, but the Qatar ticket counter at T8 was closed. I went to the JetBlue ticket counter at T5, but was told to check with the baggage office. I did that at T5, then T1, then T8, each with a ride on the air train and a long walk in between. Every office said they didn’t have my luggage, and to check the other office. When I ended up back at T5, they gave me a printout of the transfer of the bags to T1. About the time I thought I was going to have to lug all those bags myself with my gimpy arm, I finally made contact with Qatar Airlines, and they assured me they would take care of everything. They even offered to let me check in 5 hours early with the passengers of the 8:30 flight so I could get into the terminal and food court. Until then, the only seat available is the floor.

The Qatar folks bent over backwards to reassure me everything would be okay. The supervisor, Philip Richard, even let me check in five hours early so I could enjoy the comforts of the terminal rather than the floor of the lobby.

I found comfort in the New York Sports Bar, where I was allowed to use the remote to find the Florida - Tennessee game. I made myself such a fixture that, even as the Vols tried to narrow the margin of their Gator chomping, the bar manager left me in charge of the place while he left for a restroom break. I guess I seem trustworthy.

I joined my Fellow passengers at Gate 8 and waited for our flight to take off. I dozed off for awhile but awoke just in time to hear the boarding announcement. I ambled with the masked masses, and we started our journey. Philip had told me he was going to assign me a seat by myself but warned it may not stay that way. He was right, it didn’t, but the woman and I who shared the center section had one empty seat between us, just right for my arm sling and her oversized purse.

Sunday, 26 September 2021

So it was really Sunday when we boarded the plane and we stayed on it until arriving at Hamad International Airport in Doha, Qatar around 8:30 pm. I slept through breakfast and lunch, so I must have needed the rest.

Monday, 27 September 2021

The layover in Qatar seemed shorter than usual, and before I knew it, it was 1:00 am, time to board the plane for Entebbe, Uganda. The flight went quickly. I couldn’t sleep at all, but it was about two movies and a stick of gum long. I sat with a very friendly Muslim man who had the window seat While I manned the aisle, again with my broken wing in the empty seat between us. There were repeated opportunities to assist other passengers, so I made a few friends on this leg of the trip.

When we landed in Uganda, things felt familiar. I didn’t feel like a stranger visiting this time, well, at least not as much as the times before. I exchanged some money, and reactivated my Ugandan phone SIM, then waited at the baggage carousel until the handlers all came back in the building. I asked one, “Is that all of it?” and he told me it was. He said that if my bag was missing to file a report at the baggage office.

That took at least a half hour, and a painful one at that, as I realized I hadn’t packed any just-in-case clothes, and I checked all my toiletries. Sure, the airline would return all those donated clothes, but there are no XXXL clothes in Uganda. That is a very American size! I would wear what I had on until the airline reunited me with my luggage.

When I finally got outside, poor Isa, my driver, was patiently waiting, holding up his “Todd Lemmon” sign (even spelled right). I informed him there would be no luggage because it was all lost, and we set out for Karuma, in the northern district of Kiryandongo. On the way, Mama Janice (wife of the executive director of RG) called to explain this happens frequently, and the luggage return is the responsibility of the airline, so I shouldn’t have to pay for $300 cab fare to retrieve it.

As I neared RG my phone came alive as my friend, Robert, to whom I had sent some phone money, applied it to my newly reactivated account. I called him and then his wife, Zam, to tell them I was nearing. I called my “baby girl,” Janet, who told me she had been in the hospital since she took a fall Friday night. Instead of having the driver take me to Team House as usual, I had him drop me off at the hospital.

Dr. Robert, the Clinical Director of the hospital, and Fred, the X-ray technician, were at the gate when I arrived. It was good to see friendly faces!

Inside the hospital, it was shift change as I approached Janet. It was great to see Charge Nurse Miriam, my buddy Patrick, his wife Nancy, Betty, Doris, and Grace. They carried in so, the patients were amused as though I was some sort of celebrity. I might as well be Santa Claus, or Father Christmas as he is known here, for the white beard I’ve grown, the long hair I’ve shaved, and the weight I’ve put I. Since being here. Mucungwa (my Acholi name, pronounced Moo choong’ wa) has changed a lot, apparently. I also had to explain my arm sling and finally took it off to demonstrate my shoulder was, in fact, still attached. Then I got another round of hugs from everyone, because they wanted hugs with both arms. It was a warm greeting!

After visiting Robert and Zam, and saying hello to one of my Sponsoree children, Vivian, I found my way to Team House. It was like coming home. The vote over the Nike was just as amazing as before. I was assigned my old room, and it was comfortable. Even though Satan is persecuting me, I am safe, loved, moderately healthy, I have at least one set of clothes and a sheet called a lesu (lay’soo) that I can wrap myself in while my laundry dries. Even though I told him not to bother feeding me, Michael even brought me beef and chips (fries) which were out on the table when I woke up during the night. So I am well fed too. As I lay in bed listening to the hippos lowing in the Nile River below, I recognized I am in God’s hands, so even when I doubt it or want to turn back, I am where I am supposed to be.

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TLC Uganda, Inc. is now an official organization. I just received the news that our paperwork was processed by the state of Florida, and we are official! 

Our home church, CrossRoad Church, has come alongside us, commissioning us again as sent missionaries and financially partnering with us. This brings us to 32% of our funding goal. We are not waiting, but charging ahead, trusting that the Lord will provide for whatever He calls us to do. If God is leading you to partner with us, please contact me for more information or visit our Contribute page.

As evidence the Lord provides, we were notified by our bank that we had unused sky miles. They extended an offer to let us apply them toward travel expenses on which we used our Visa card. My whole round trip airfare, the travel insurance, and our recent U-Haul rental were all reimbursed. That’s right. My flight to and from Africa will be free!

Further evidence of God's providence presented itself last week when our friend and mechanic, Stephan Steward, was able to resolve an automotive issue simply, though it had left me stranded on the first of our moving days.

 

We are in the midst of clearing out the big house, which is almost empty except for a few dust bunnies, painting supplies, and miscellany one might find on Facebook Marketplace. It’s been a challenge cutting our living space in half, but we have been in our condominium about a week. There are some repairs needed on the house, so we have a contractor working on the large tasks, and Cindy and I are doing our best on the little ones. I am terrible at painting and recently discovered I’m fairly horrible at tiling bathroom floors too. 

I leave for Uganda again in three days, and we haven’t listed the house yet. This leaves the super-admin-woman, Cindy, to handle that without me. At least she will have the help of our friend and realtor, Tom Moore, to get it all done right. He made buying our condo a breeze.

There is lots to do and little time in which to do it, so my writing break is over. I’ve got quarter round to tack down and dust bunnies to chase. 

Thanks for praying. The Lord Who sends is also the One Who provides. 

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The Lemmons have a lot going on this month! I am still working on partnership development between many household projects. If you have not received a call from me, please let me know. I'd love to get together with you. We are still only 26% funded for our launch, so there is a lot of work to do. I will return to Uganda for another six weeks starting September 23rd, so there is a lot to finish before I go. That makes for some serious time crunching. 

Cindy’s parents are aging and in need of assistance, so she has decided to remain in the U.S. to be near them, at least for the time being. She still plans to join me in Uganda for short spells as circumstances allow, and to join me full-time in the future. Until then, she remains my administrative genius here in the States, while I will be the boots-on-the-ground overseas, at least for now.

The housing market being what it is, we decided to downsize and sell our big house. Since Cindy will be staying stateside, we put in an offer on a small condominium across the street from our home church, and our offer was accepted. Closing on the condo should take place around the second week of September. As we do some minor repairs on the big house and prepare it for market, we expect to sell right about the time I will be settling in Uganda, leaving Cindy, my administrative whiz, to handle the sale all by herself.

We have begun the process of officially organizing as TLC Uganda, Inc. with the intent of filing for tax-exempt status as a 501(c)3. So far, the only update I have received about that is that our name is approved. I look forward to introducing our board members on a separate page, but for the time being, allow me to recognize them (in alphabetical order): Melody Bruno, Nancy Cardoza, Dennis Cooke, April Tapp, and Melissa Workman. We are thrilled to have them on our team, and can’t wait to get started. 

In the meantime, Cindy and I are re-tiling floors, spackling and painting walls, updating bathroom fixtures, and getting rid of a lifetime of household tchotchke. If we could tip the house on its end and dump out all our belongings it might save some time, but we are stuck doing it the same way millions have done before, with tedious sorting, boxing, and selling. Matthew 19:21 has never meant so much to us: “Jesus answered, ‘If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.’”

We are working on it. Pray we will accomplish all that has been set before us, without serious injury, and with what sanity we have intact. Thank you!