As I entered the compound, I noticed two cliques of women. I had come to see how the clinic staff were killing the day. Olive had already found her place with the teenager of a clinic worker. After the initial resistance, she was quite content
“You have returned in a time of blessing!” was one welcome I received. Harvest is only a few weeks away. Another proceeded to give me a list of trials that I had missed in their life while we were gone. Another told me proudly that
I am no stranger to tearsThey travel with me across the oceansFrom home to home and back againThey honor what is gained, and lostThey are a gift I giveTo a bleeding, healing churchTo a friend who lost a father and a living sisterTo another who
Oloto kaapei! Let’s go together! Neni kai ka Akuj! To the house of the Lord! Oloto kaapei! Let’s go together! This past weekend, the mission hosted its first women’s conference! As with any event, you never know how it will go until it has gone.
It costs nothing to do an easy thing. That which costs nothing, is also worth nothing. I’ve contemplated this truth many times during our term in Uganda. I’ve considered it when the ministry seemed to languish or sin reared its ugly head. I’ve considered it when
I should have waited before publishing my last post! The very next Sunday we had the pleasure of hearing a message from one of the younger men being discipled by the mission, Louse John Bosco. The topic of his sermon was living a holy life,
The Way We Do
Three Days. Three Friends.
As I entered the compound, I noticed two cliques of women. I had come to see how the clinic staff were killing the day.…
A Slice of Life
I closed the door behind me, feeling slightly giddy with the freedom of getting out when I’m usually housebound. Afternoons are usually consumed with…
Return to Matany
Last week I returned to the site of Olive’s birth. Matany hospital is about three hours north of us. I reconnected with the midwife…
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…