Becca Jones (Kiwoko, Uganda)

Becca Jones was brought up in Carmarthen in a Christian home. She always believed in God, but came to realise that knowing about God wasn’t enough and that she had to know Him as her personal Saviour. Since becoming a Christian she has always been interested in mission and felt a growing sense of God’s call to mission work.

She qualified as a doctor in 2008 and then specialised in paediatrics. She is now working in Kiwoko Hospital, Uganda who’s motto is “We treat, Jesus heals”. Her primary responsibility is for the children’s ward and the neonatal unit while out of hours she looks after much of the rest of the hospital. The hospital has set up a sickle cell clinic and a transitional care unit where pre-term babies can stay with their mothers while getting the care they need.

Apart from working at the hospital Becca is also involved in the prison ministry and with the student Bible studies. The hospital has a nurse and laboratory training school. The students receive high quality medical training, but also an opportunity to hear the gospel and be equipped them to share the gospel wherever they serve in the future.

News from Becca:

March Prayer Letter (26 March 2015)
Happy Easter (21 April 2014)
The doctor becomes a patient. (21 January 2014)
Update 2 (4 November 2013)
Settling back in (22 September 2013)

Tamar Pollard’s story

“Suddenly a masked man smashed through the driver’s window with an iron bar and began beating Dad to death. There was nothing Dad could do — he was trapped in his own seat, receiving blow after blow. And it was there he died, suffocating on his own blood.”

Thirteen years ago the question of forgiveness became a very real one for me. Every summer my whole family (me, Mum, Dad and younger brother and sister), packed into a caravanette full of aid: food, clothes, medicine and Bibles and journeyed off to Eastern Europe, for six weeks. This particular year, when Mum and Dad approached the Romanian border, the lights failed on the vehicle. They stopped in a lay-by to wait for daylight, but were soon disturbed by a loud bangs. Dad clambered into the cab and put the key into the ignition. Suddenly a masked man smashed through the driver’s window with an iron bar and began beating Dad to death. There was nothing Dad could do — he was trapped in his own seat, receiving blow after blow. And it was there he died, suffocating on his own blood. Questions began to flood my mind. Questions like: “Do I really believe God exists and is in control?”, “Do I really believe God is good and his plans are perfect?”, “Do I really believe God sent his son, Jesus into the world?”, “Do I believe Jesus died in my place, to take the punishment I deserve?”. And as I answered yes to each and every one of them, I was then left with the question, “Well, how am I going to respond?”

Becca Jones (Kiwoko, Uganda)

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