This is part of a multi-post series on the week I spent in Uganda doing door to door evangelism. Click here to read all posts in this series.

The next six days were the main component of the trip - door to door evangelism. We went out for six days, spending two days each helping three churches in the outskirts of Kampala.

We would be sent in pairs to churches every morning and would be sent out from the church individually with our guides. Immediately we noticed that things weren't as we expected them to be.

There was a running problem in that year's trip in which everywhere we went people thought we were experts in the field that we were helping in. When we helped at a school in Alexandra, everyone thought we were teachers. When we planted gardens in Cape Town, everyone thought we were farmers. Lastly, when we did door to door evangelism, everyone thought we were pastors.

The confusion about our vocation lead to a number of issues, one of which was that we weren't simply going to be letting our translator do the talking since our translators were under the impression that it was our job to talk. So we ended up going from being the 'door openers' Wally had talked about to being full blown evangelists.

Unfortunately the confusion about our training didn't stop there. Numerous people from my group were asked to deliver a sermon as guests at one of the churches they had helped. For those who have never enjoyed a Ugandan style sermon, you should know that a short one clocks in at an hour. If you're lucky.

I didn't have that much trouble politely saying "No" or more typically, inventing a hundred excuses which would keep me from speaking at a church. My fellow group members had a harder time resisting these invites and I know several who literally spent the next Sunday morning hiding in bed from the pastors who came to collect them and bring them to their church.

Doing all the evangelism ourselves wasn't what we signed up for, but there wasn't anything we could do about it at this point in time, so we just went along with it. We spent our days walking through the outskirts of Kampala reading our testimony / tracts to people and converting them to the faith.

Twice I had the opportunity to do something other than just evangelize. I guess the word got around that there was a North American pastor in the neighborhood since I got requests to perform a faith healing and an exorcism. I prayed over both of the people, but I had doubts in my mind concerning what my translator was expecting me to do.

Another problem we had was that the translators provided to us from the local church had often never attended the church in question or knew the area so we frequently got lost. Getting lost in a foreign country is never fun but under these circumstances it was simply horrible.

One day I was waiting at a church for Kimbo to show up so that we could eat lunch together. She was late by half an hour and returned crying since she and her translator had been lost. It happened to be her birthday and the stress of the week caught up with her in that moment. When she came into the room she sat on a bench at the back of the room. At this point I realized that I had dreamed about this happening a couple months beforehand. I did my best to comfort her and desperately tried to remember what happened next in the dream to give me some indication of what to do.

Everything continued to be stressful and weird as the week went on. Whereas we had become completely accustomed to the South African culture, the Ugandan culture provided no end of confusion and stress for us. Starting from the first day I was counting down the days until we went "home" and returned to South Africa.

This story will be continued in two days time, stay tuned.