Sitting in the living room this morning, I heard a beautiful chorus of voices singing in Luganda. The sound seemed to get closer, so curious to know where the sound was coming from, I looked outside. And just over our compound wall, I saw what looked like a cross. I called Matt to come quickly and he walked out our gate to see a procession of Christians walking past our house singing and carrying a cross. I was blessed by their act of declaration of the Lord’s crucifixion.