Chloe and I presented this movie about our year for Sunday school yesterday at New Life. For anyone who wasn’t able to be there, I’ve uploaded it for your viewing pleasure. Pastor Dave would like me to remind you all that we only had Koolaid
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We are coming home. Or are we? With our current term coming to an end in just a few weeks, it’s hard not to feel a sense of disconnectedness from what’s going on around the Mission. The other missionaries are planning for events that will
I have finally received a Karimojong name. As some of you may have heard, Christopher is also called Lopenek, which means the guy with the beard. The name seems so fitting in his present state of Amish-like facial hair that I had hoped for something
A typical day during the rainy season. Clouds start forming by 11a.m. and rain often moves in around 3p.m. This isn’t a sight we’ve been seeing much lately as our region hasn’t been getting much rain. Pray that God would send rain as our neighbors
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
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.
Hi my name is Caleb Okken and I live in Karimoja, Uganda with my family. I am 10 years old. There are several cool things about living here. Here are my top 8:
Saturday was the last of the hibiscus. We’ve been harvesting every day since mid-September and while the end has been coming for a few weeks now, the fields are finally stripped of most of the useful calyx. I’ve been thrown into managing the harvest this
Christmas in Karamoja. That phrase, as I look out the window at the heat of the day, the dryness of the bush that surrounds our compound, and smell the burning grass and see the smoke wafting across the horizon, presents itself almost paradoxically. We are
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