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
Not yet! The Wright family made it safely back to Karamoja from Mbale. The rumored broken bridge has eroded on one side, but is still cautiously passable by all types of vehicles. That makes two partly broken bridges with water running over them (and I
Our green beans are already growing! Many of the missionary families here have had good success with growing green beans. We’re hoping to be no exception.
Many of you heard my pleas for prayer for dry roads upon our arrival. The dirt road from Mbale (the closest city) to Karamoja can be rather treacherous during the rainy season due to muddy ruts and stuck traffic. That same road has a handful
We have reached Karamoja and our new home! The flight trip was rather uneventful and all of our luggage arrived. We then spent two days running errands around Kampala (the capital where we landed) and Mbale (closest big city to Karamoja) in order to get
Some of you heard me describe our planned activities while here in Karamoja. Still others heard the caveat – this is the plan but anything could change. I’ve discovered that to be ture on many a mission field and nonetheless so here. I didn’t really
On one of our return walks from the school at Okwiam – which was an hour commute including crossing a river – we were talking about our home with the translator. He asked us how much it rains at our place and we explained that
I have had the pleasure to join the volunteers at the school program this week. For only a limited time, volunteers go into the local schools and teach science and Bible. This week we ministered in two villages, Okwapon in the morning and Tokora in
Here’s a very classic story from our adventures in Africa. Chris and Karen have already told you about the journey from the airport to Karamoja. A part of that journey also included running various errands for all of the missionaries in Karamoja – picking up