February 6th Second Update – An Epic Adoption Story
Saturday was our first down day without a single appointment. We played with the children outside, just hung out and read, played cards, and got online to fix the blog. The kids like watching movies on a portable DVD player that was here already. We thought we’d use our computer for movies, but they push every button so, unsupervised movie watching is not an option. They like to watch parts that they like over and over again and seldom watch a movie from beginning to end. Miss Pattie Cake is a preschool movie, kind of like Barnie, and the kids love singing along and may even break out in dance. When Daddy dances it is funny. Tim and I will make an evening trip to the grocery store at the end of our road to get beverages,
Our lawyer is well spoken and understands our English fairly well. I believe he spent time in America, so that helps. His desk has stacks of files on it, and his assistants have small desks in two other offices that attach to his. It was obvious that the first time that our judge looked at the cases was the day of court. There was no homework done prior to our day in court. He took handwritten notes that his assistant will transcribe. I guess the investigation and homework part is done between court and the ruling. Both he and the lawyer referenced the Ugandan Child Act and the judge addressed our lawyer for a moment as a member of parliament asking why there isn’t more direction for government and judges in regards to guardianship. I think our judge is going to be an advocate for reform, which could mean an easier road ahead for future adoptions.
We will not make the five hour trip to Busia until we have several days between appointments. If things move rapidly next week we might get lucky and get an interview with the Embassy by Friday. If we don’t, then we may leave soon after getting our ruling for Busia. We will check with the Embassy on Monday, after our hearing, to see about that possibility.
It is my hope to visit several villages and preach, maybe even go to Mbale and preach there, and to Tororo to see a friend who has been in prison for a year for a crime he did not commit, nor has he been tried. Let’s just say that even as broken as our justice system can be it is beyond compare, and I imagine a Ugandan prison to be as different.
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