I recently had the opportunity to add a local delight to the list of new culinary adventures I’ve had while in Karamoja. I was invited to the home of a friend, Elizabeth, who offered to act as my teacher in learning how to make chapatis.
“When a child is not feeding well, you have a malnourished child. When a Christian is not feeding well, you have a malnourished Christian.” We were admonished with these words in a recent morning devotion at the clinic given by the Kenyan Pharmacist and regular
Our recent cyber silence was caused by a flurry of activity here in Naakale. Last week, I found myself alone for the first time in Africa (if you can call being within 100 feet of 15 other people alone). Christopher drove down to Kampala for
We’ve recently had the privilege to participate in some scintillating conversations that covered topics from parental discipline to adoption of singles to consumption of alcohol to gay rights to the definition of communion to the authority of the institutional church to define its visible members.
As a part of our Christmas observations, our church held an afternoon Christmas Eve service. The day itself began with a promise of rain that did not disappoint. When the time came, Christopher and I made our way out to the open-air church building dressed
In learning any new language, your tongue twists and dances in ways it has never done so before. At first, the strange new consonants or accents sound odd and foreign. Slowly your tongue gets into shape and, although it still sounds stilted, you can at
James 1:25 “But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres; being no hearer who forgets, but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.” It has been my privilege to begin studying James with some
This morning as we sat for morning devotions at the clinic, I was struck by the discrepancy between what we heard of the village around us and the scripture we were meditating on. Cries of “Ekonit!”, which signify that the local brew is ready for
As many of you know, I enjoy running to keep myself in shape. In the States, I would get up before work and run down my street, along the asphalt road, up and off sidewalks and loop back home. Living in San Diego, there were
With a new life comes new accessories. I knew life in Karamoja would be very different from my life in San Diego, but I never thought to be so pleasantly surprised by local inventions or conveniences that would assist in that transition. I thought about
The nights in Karamoja are simultaneously the quietest and loudest nights I’ve experienced. There is no freeway two blocks away, only anomalous cars driving along the main dirt road, no neighbors twenty feet to either side of the house and no airplanes flying over head.
As Christopher mentioned in an earlier blog, the husband of one of our compound workers died last Sunday. During the week, we and the Okkens went to visit the widow, Lucy, and bring her a small gift of rice and a chicken. As is often