Perhaps you’ve noticed that we’ve been a little quiet over here lately. That’s because we’ve just been collapsed on the floor due to a very punishing dry season. I’m told by several who have been here a long time that this is one of the
It’s hard to drop the habits of an American who has worked several office jobs. When one of our workers returns to work after taking some vacation days, I always ask “How was your vacation?” I can’t stop myself. When I’m constantly on the prowl
Let’s have a quick survey: Raise your hand if you sung about prostitution and/or murder in your church service yesterday? I’m guessing, if you did raise your hand, that you are probably a missionary serving with OPUM and that I probably sang alongside you yesterday.
One of the questions we are most often asked is how far are we from Mbale. The standard answer that I give is two to six hours, depending on the condition of the road. Saturday, we set a new personal record. We left Mbale around
As often as I’ve attended funerals in Karamoja, last week was my first time to witness the process in its entirety. I’m sure variations exist, but I am told that most of what happened on Monday is typical of the Karamojong funeral practice. When a