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,
When Olive was born, she had no home. Uganda would not claim her, even though she was born on her soil. The US would not acknowledge her, even though both her parents are US citizens. We had to collect forms and paperwork and then submit
Olive Andromeda, born August 16 at 7:40am, 3.5 kg But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God;I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever.–Psalm 52:8 The realities of our life recently have felt quite surreal, like we’re plagiarizing from the
Lord, why have we found such favor in your eyes? In the swirling dust following the recent tumultuous community meeting, we have been reminded that the loudest voices are not always the majority or the most true. We received texts, phone calls, even visits from
Lord, the Lord Almighty, may those who hope in you not be disgraced because of me;God of Israel, may those who seek you not be put to shame because of me. I have been trying to compile a collection of psalm recordings that spans the
The humid, still heat presses down upon the earth taunting the parched fields. Thunder sounds high above. Clouds roll and gather all around us, heavy with empty promise, like a bud that never blooms or a pregnant woman who never gives birth. A weeklong deluge
The Way We Do
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…
The Word in the Wilderness
Is the OPC work in Karamoja at the end of a failed twenty-year attempt or the inflection point of a fifty-year project? With all…
Nothing Worth Doing Is Easy
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…
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…