My own conversion to Advent appreciation came several years before our children. A combination of authors I was reading at the time, that love-to-hate relationship most people, myself included, have with the ever-greater and ever-earlier commercial observances of Christmas, and a new marriage with its
I couldn’t sleep. I kept wondering what I would do if the boda (motorcycle taxi) I had arranged to pick me up before dawn didn’t show up. I woke up sure that my alarm was about to go off, but it was two hours away. Finally, I
Here is grace. For seven years, including two pregnancies many sleepless nights and busy days I was never diagnosed with malaria. Here is grace. I experienced my first case of malaria only a few days after being treated for another disease which I had avoided
As change continues to be the constant in missionary life, we’ve been rolling with the waves since arriving back in Uganda on May 1. Our first month was often punctuated by trips to Mbale to help our sister station there (for updates visit our friend’s
Since Chloe and I have returned to the field with new, super-official OPC creds, we were asked to write short biographies for the OPC newsletter, New Horizons. Since not all of you subscribe, or if you do, you may be wondering why one would keep
This morning Mount Kadam wore a wig. A judge’s wig, with white puffy curls that blew behind him in the wind. He monopolizes our southern sky, as we live, sleep and work in the fringes of his robe. He gazed toward the pink and orange
The Way We Do
Visiting Georgia
I couldn’t sleep. I kept wondering what I would do if the boda (motorcycle taxi) I had arranged to pick me up before dawn didn’t show…
Village Dichotomy
I told Longole we would be coming home with her after work. She washes clothes for us twice a week. I invited myself, my…
Everything Now
As change continues to be the constant in missionary life, we’ve been rolling with the waves since arriving back in Uganda on May 1.…
On Being a Missionary
On Being a Missionary – Chapter 8
A Palace, or a Mud Hut? We come to what is perhaps one of the discussions that Chloe and I are most apt to…
On Being a Missionary—Chapter 7
Kings, Cooks, Beggars, Saints Our last chapter was a bit theoretical on the inevitability of culture shock and how to overcome it. This chapter…
On Being a Missionary – Chapter 6
Culture Shock It’s the biggest catch-phrase of moving between continents. When Chloe and I first arrived back in San Diego, it was the first…