Behind the song.....

Nothing could have prepared me for Gulu. No number of news reports or glass eyed photographs, or testimonies of those who had been before. Nor can I make others understand what I felt using words. Words can’t describe the smell, the hopelessness, the spiritual oppression, or the sickness you feel listening to the stories of the people.

Worse than that is the shame and guilt I felt from being there. Why did they get this life? Why not me? What have I done to deserve my upbringing? What do they think of me? Coming here to rub it in that I got it better, and then walking away, leaving them with a memory of a life they’ll never have. We were told to just show them love.

I didn’t like it, I felt like a con, the more I stood amongst them, the more guilty I felt. I didn’t think I could feel any worse, until I remembered something we’d been discussing as a team a couple of nights earlier. Matt. 25:40 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' Those were the words of Jesus, and there was no getting away from it - the people all around me were the ‘least of these’ that He was talking about. So now, not only did I feel helpless to do anything for them, but for Jesus - and I could see Him in their eyes.

The next day’s journey to the same camp was as low as I’ve ever felt. There was no adventure of going into the unknown, I knew exactly what I was heading for and I hated it. I wanted to help so much, but I was powerless to make any lasting difference on my own. My thoughts from the day before were on my mind again. I wanted to love Jesus, I didn’t know how to and it broke my heart. I couldn’t stop crying, and was trying to avoid the others seeing it. I pleaded with God to help me deal with my emotions…. and that’s when the words started to flow. Lyrics have never come easily to me, but I was struggling to get one line written down before the next was in my head. I was feeling better already. No less guilt, but hope that I might be able to help others see what I saw, and feel what I was feeling… enough to make them want to help. Reassured that God had a reason for leading me there.

I don’t particularly want to go back to Gulu... but I know I can’t turn my back on them. I‘ll take what they gave me, to give something back to them. I’ll use this song to try and share something of what they taught me. I want to help others see Jesus in their eyes.

Ruth Trimble