The Easter lilies have bloomed; the rains have returned; the oxen are in the fields plowing; white ants and wild greens and mushrooms are available. Everywhere we are surrounded by seasonal reminders of life renewed and refreshed. But the lilies and mushrooms spring up and
A generous reading of the blank spaces between postings on this blog would assume not only that life on the mission in Karamoja is very busy, but that it is too ineffable to be memorialised in such a space as this. Indeed, much (too much?)
Much has been said on this blog about the preëminent Karimojong political expression, the community meeting. Participating in such meetings is one of the more distasteful aspects of being a missionary in Karamoja, and the community has started to take note. Thus, I was recently
How much wood does it take to burn a human body? Our Advent sermon today was from Genesis 22, where God commands Abraham to sacrifice his son, Isaac, as a means of testing his faith. Of course we all know the story; it never changes
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
Akisyon a Yesu, the name of our clinic, translates to “The Compassion of Jesus.” It’s the name on the roadside sign, the first thing you notice when you come to the gate. It’s also at the heart of the tension that I have felt ever
When we closed the clinic a month ago, the local leaders, in our first meeting on the subject, said “You have to open the clinic, otherwise people are going to die.” It’s easy to dismiss this as a rhetorical flourish, a hallmark of Karimojong oratorical
