Uganda 44.22.2=68 Mysteries of God

By Tavis Oostingh

I recently went on a mission trip to Uganda, on the 1st of March 2019 to the 28th of April 2019. This Book is a day by day account of that trip, where God revealed Himself to me through creation and spoke through mathematical equations and numbers. In a Mystery revealing His Voice and spoke of what is to come . 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tavis Oostingh
• Release date: May 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393777946

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PSALM 19: 1-3

The heavens declare the Glory of God

And the firmament shows His handwork

Day unto day utters speech

And night unto night reveals knowledge.

There is no speech nor language Where their voice is not heard.

1st of March, I land late in Uganda Entebbe, and when I arrive in  customs, I'm praying to the Holy Spirit, because I have packets of seeds which I brought with,¼. And hoping I can get them through customs unseen. A husband and wife are in front of me and for some reason, the custom officer, wants to see in their bags, so as they are looking in their  direction, my bag is half out, when I grab it and dash out the airport.

But when I reach outside, I don't see anyone there and find myself  standing around looking for Pastor or someone I recognize. Only to find someone I don't know and never seen before, who turns out to be Pastor Grace's nephew, Kenneth. Kenneth, had been waiting for over two hours, as my plane was late taking off in South Africa and there was a traffic jam at Entebbe, which had us flying in circles for half an hour.

So, I had my driver,¼. Pastor Grace was not in town, but out in the bush

somewhere on a crusade, preaching the Gospel and healing the sick,¼ so

off to Kayabwe and the children for me, which is a three hour trip, straight from the airport.

So, I asked Kenneth (photo), to stop along the way, so I could draw some money and buy a bag of rice for the children at Kayabwe, (Orphanage/ school).

We arrived at the school, which now has a Senior and a Junior school, but

little over a year ago, there was only the Junior available. The moment I climbed out of the car, I was literally knocked off my feet by the girls, that had moved up from the Junior to the Senior, that knew me from the two trips before this one. And when I got to the Junior side, five year olds  surrounded me with hugs, all of them trying to hug me at the same time, with the older children trying to get to me as well, with the five year olds

fighting to be the ones holding my hands while I walk and greeted all.

It was Friday night that I arrived in Kayabwe and quite late, so the kitchen

whipped up a omelette for supper for me and I headed up the hill, to the

guest house. Well, it's meant to be a guest house, it has pastor Grace's room

and a guest room, but between the rooms, is like a kitchen, come dinning,

come social room, which now was filled with mattresses. You see, the boys at

the Senior school were sleeping there, while their dormitory was been  constructed and the little guest house, was buzzing with noisy boys, from sixteen to twenty.

The room had been made ready for me and Kenneth, there was a mattress

on the floor for Kenneth and a steel bed for me. The last two trips, I had

slept on a mattress on the floor, because like now, there was a steel bed for

me, but it was so bent, that in the middle of the night of trip one, I pulled it

onto the floor and had slept the two trips before like that. But this time, I thought I would try the bed again, because this one was pretty straight.

The next morning I was woken up by a familiar sound, the boys  Worshipping outside which they did every morning at 6 o'clock, along with some very intense Praying, which was also done every evening at around about 9 o'clock. Every morning I waited for hot water to come up the hill with one of the children, so that I could have a shower, well, a wash in a plastic basin which they called a shower.

The two trips before, I had spent most of the time with the children, where I built a number of things. The first trip (mission), I built a hundred thousand

liter underground water tank, but I had plenty of stewards of God who

partnered with me in building the water tank, although I was the only one

the children saw. In fact, a person I never met or knew, but had a  conversation on the phone for 3 minutes, sowed R20000.00 in the account that very next day after the conversation, which got me to Uganda and more¼¼.

That water tank was filled by one of the roofs of the school, but before,

the children had to walk about 2km to a borehole to fetch water. I left

the tank unfinished and 9 months later, they drank the first rain water

from the tank,..9 months a period of time to birth¼

The second trip (mission) I went with a vision of getting that very water to run, so the children could have water on tap. I went with the vision at hand, but Got had other plans for me and I ended up building a  dinning table, which was round and three meters across, which we got thirty two children around. I also built a stoop around the kitchen with a  serving table through a open window, the stoop and dinning table I built out of concrete and the serving table wood. Both these trips, were two months each, the orphanage/school, is about 17km from the closet town, which is Kayabwe, but the closet bank is in Kampala, over two hours drive away. The school is on a dirt road and in the bush of Uganda and the vision I had of getting the water to run, well,.. Was picked up others

and when I arrived this time, was half completed.

So, Saturday morning I'm woken up by the boys worshipping outside

and I now have had my shower and I stroll back down the hill to where the children are,¼.and get seen from a distance by the young ones, who take off running towards me shouting Uncle Tavis, where by I'm tackled

with almost never ending hugs.

My first thing after I'm released by the children, is to head over to greet Mama Maria,.. Which I did every single day I stayed there. Mama  Maria, is the lady that cooks and makes sure all the children are well, but Mama Maria, can't speak English, but that never stopped us having a conversation everyday.

This trip I had brought a cast iron Rotary Pump with me, which I think

was heavier than the contents of my bag I came with. I brought it to fit

the water tank, so the water could be easily pumped out without using a bucket, like you would in a well.

So that day and the next day, I spent chopped four holes through the

concrete wall of the tank, three to anchor it and one for the pipe to

go through. I made two small chisels out of some old metal I found

lying around and then spent the next two days, Cave man style,

chipping away through the concrete and bricks until I had the  perfect four holes to do the job.

Pastor Grace had sent a message that he will be there soon, but I

know soon in Uganda could mean anything, like in three hours

time or three days time. I had gotten to a point with the Pump where

I needed a few more things to get the pump to work and now had to just wait for Pastors arrival. ¼¼..

The children worship at 7 o'clock in the morning and 7 o'clock at

night, but the whole school worships at launch time together and

there's about 300 children. But on Saturday night the children were worshipping and I was with them, which I did as many times as I could. The trip in 2018, I caught on camera, some strange and  supernatural things, so I had my cell phone ready, to see if I could catch something. I picked up the phone and hit the button to take a picture, now at this time of the evening the sun has already gone

down, so the only light, should be the flash of my Camera. When the

flash came on to focus first, before it took the shot,...I saw, what I can only describe as Tongues of Fire dancing in the screen of the phone, just before it took the photo. As I said, the only light that should be there, is my flash, there is no electricity at the school, so

no other light than my flash should be visible. But there is¼

My main camera works just fine, though the glass is broken out,

which makes the photo slightly blurred, you can clearly see  everything and here are the photo's, both with the fire and without. It does not pick up exactly what I saw in the screen, but you can still see the colour of the fire as it danced in front of the camera, it made the fire blur, but it's there.

The last Photo here, is a screen shot of some of the photo's I took

that night. You can see photo's with fire and photo's with no fire, it moved among the children and sometimes I caught it and others nothing, I was literally hunting it with the Flash.

I had asked the Headmaster when he thought Pastor would be there and said he thinks Tuesday, but when I had walked back up the hill and was lying down, one of the children came up to tell me Pastor

had arrived and had sent him to call me,.. it was Monday mid day.

So down the hill I went and found Rita, Pastor Grace's wife. Pastor was busy with one of the teachers and while I waited, I found my son was there as well, Prosper is his name. Prosper is a young man of 25, who spent the whole time with me on my first trip to Uganda, but he was also a pastor under Pastor Grace.

Prosper gives the testimony of how he ended up adopting Ajoro, a

now 3 year old little girl who is now living at the orphanage/school in Kayabwe.

"Pastor Grace was suppose to go on an outreach to a remote village

in Uganda, but something had come up, so he sent Prosper in his place. Prosper had been preaching for about a week, when he heard a voice saying, there's a woman in the congregation that is very troubled. So he spoke out what he had heard and a woman stood up, he then told her to stay after the service and he would talk with her. But in Uganda,