Today is Palm Sunday, the prelude to Holy Week. Truly, I think, the story is almost too familiar to us—Jesus riding in to Jerusalem on a donkey, and the crowd laying down branches and cloaks before him shouting “Hosanna!” as he passed by. It was
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For those of you who have more faith than I do (probably not a small number), this announcement may not come as a surprise. Chloe and I have decided to apply for another four years in Karamoja. We thank you all for your faithfulness in
For many of you reading, it will be no surprise to read that the work of planting and building the church in Nakaale is too often difficult and disheartening, and if you regularly pray for our mission’s efforts, you have felt our frustration on many
Elysian days are here again in Nakaale. Things are bustling and busy around the mission these days, and I’m very happy to see it so. Just south of us in Karamoja, there is a game reserve, Pian Upe, which the government is hoping to make
Last Thursday morning I had the opportunity to travel with my family to Mbale. We made the 2 ½ hour trip because we wanted to say goodbye to our friends, the MacCallums. They are moving back to South Africa. The drive didn’t take that long
It’s been dark over here at the news desk for some time, we admit. And though the dry season is upon us, we haven’te been neglecting to update you because we’ve been passed out on the floor from the near triple-digit temperatures every day (Seriously,
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
Since it’s the holidays, and a time to spend enjoying and pondering the blessings of family, it seemed appropriate to tell you about the family of one of our workers, Lodim Thomas. He’s one of Bob’s construction workers and has been with the Mission for
If you’re on our email list you will have heard about the two deaths experienced by members of our community last week. This week, we report several additions to that number. Edward Atheo (whose son’s body we transported last Sunday) this week lost his wife (he’s now outlived five children and two wives).
I have a favorite photograph from my first visit to Karamoja—one of the mission’s workers at church on Sunday morning. The background is washed in morning light. He is smiling and wearing a mint-green broadcloth button-down shirt that he, no doubt, purchased especially to wear