The question that the title of this post answers is: what are all possible values of x when x = the biblical number of wives one can take? And you thought you’d never use anything you learned in that Algebra class.
reflections
With the return of the rains, I’ve been playing farmer, beginning to plow and harrow the fields surrounding our compound in preparation for the planting season. Now before you all rush out to sign up for the missionary life of driving a tractor around all
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
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
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
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.
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
James 1:25 “But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres; being no hearer who forgets, but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.” It has been my privilege to begin studying James with some
David was away at an ordination service for a pastor in the Church of Uganda and asked me to fill in as teacher of the Sunday afternoon mission Bible study. This caused me no small consternation since my main experience has been in teaching junior
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
If you’re thinking to yourself, “Gee, Christopher sure hasn’t had anything interesting to say, lately,” you’re not alone. I haven’t had anything to say that was even interesting to me and that’s when you know you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel. The reason for