I have been remiss in notifying you all of our progress in math. Upon arrival, one of my responsibilities was to teach two math courses: Business Mathematics to Bobby Wright and Algebra I to Mary and Kipsy Wright. It has been some few weeks now
Do you remember learning how to read and write? I don’t. I remember being chastised by the teacher because instead of reading her the story I had memorized it. I remember my dad reading The Chronicles of Narnia to us kids. I remember devouring books
Living in Karamoja continually reminds me how fragile and miraculous human life is. Whereas, in America we attend funerals without ever having seen the dead body, Karimojong are present or participate in digging the grave and preparing the body for burial. In America, we tend
There have been multiple events in the last few weeks that have reminded me that our battle is not against, “flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in
This past weekend some members of the mission met with the local authorities to discuss a proposal from the mission for a preparatory school. Over the past nine months or so, the mission has seriously discussed beginning a school, which would focus on literacy and
The asphalt streets of San Diego had nothing as blatant as the harbingers of spring here in Karamoja. I was taught in elementary school that spring meant babies were born, flowers bloomed and the snow melted but never really saw these events firsthand in San
Yesterday, I visited a sick friend at home and found myself in the midst of village life. This may seem an odd statement to you since we live here and must, therefore, often find ourselves in the midst of village life. Truth be told, you
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