I should have died in ambushes a hundred times.
Sometimes, America, when something’s too bad, we don’t want to look at it. We want to turn our head.
I tell people all the time, ‘Don’t give up.’ We get almost to our blessing, whether you believe spiritually in God or in a good force and an evil force. We get almost to our blessing, and we quit. Don’t stop.
I have 179 children that I take care of full-time: close to 40 in Uganda and the rest in Sudan.
I don’t like to consider myself a normal preacher. When you look at religious people, they’re the ones who hung Christ from the cross. I look at myself as a man carrying a message of hope.
I started out doing something little. I went to Africa to spend five weeks putting roofs on a building. I seen the small child that stepped on a land mine. Three months later, I’m back helping pull the land mines out. Little things just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
Because the nights bring the threat of invasion and terror to the villages, thousands of children in northern Uganda have become night commuters, leaving the nightmare of capture behind for the safety of the city.
When I see a serious problem, I try to figure out, my way, how to solve it, how to fix it. When I’m back here in the U.S., I’m speaking, raising funds, and everything for what I do overseas, but at the same time, I speak in schools, colleges, on drugs and alcohol. I come back here and I go into a different fight. But really, it’s all related.