Let the morning bring me word of your everlasting loveLet the midday sun sing the sweetness of your shadeLet the evening endue me with confidence that you know my beginning and my endLet the night distill my world to your still small voiceLet each day’s
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The rains have finally arrived, still furtive in their frequency, but increasingly bold. Everyone is looking to their fields, clearing, plowing, planting. Last month there was a raid in the hills behind Tokora, a trading center 7km east. A man and his shepherd boy were
The imminent end of our six-month furlough triggers critical hindsight. Did we achieve everything we wanted to achieve? See everyone we wanted to see? Buy everything we need to bring back? Inevitably the answers are mixed. Nonetheless, I think we can declare this a successful
Pastor Julius Mukwana was installed as the organizing pastor of Nakaale Presbyterian Church under the RCEA on March 3, 2024! Stating it so simply grossly understates the gravity of the event. The OPC’s work in Karamoja began in 2000 with renovating housing for missionaries to
A few weeks ago I called the husband of a friend who had just had a baby. I wanted to ask if we could come visit the following morning. Before I could ask about the visit, he casually told me in Karimojong that he was
The oracle concerning Dumah.One is calling from Seir,“Watchman, what time of the night?Watchman, what time of the night?”The watchman says:“Morning comes, and also the night. If you will inquire, inquire;Come back again.” Isaiah 21:11-12 In this war, there are no unaffected bystanders. It marches on,
“You have returned in a time of blessing!” was one welcome I received. Harvest is only a few weeks away. Another proceeded to give me a list of trials that I had missed in their life while we were gone. Another told me proudly that
I am no stranger to tearsThey travel with me across the oceansFrom home to home and back againThey honor what is gained, and lostThey are a gift I giveTo a bleeding, healing churchTo a friend who lost a father and a living sisterTo another who
Oloto kaapei! Let’s go together! Neni kai ka Akuj! To the house of the Lord! Oloto kaapei! Let’s go together! This past weekend, the mission hosted its first women’s conference! As with any event, you never know how it will go until it has gone.
I should have waited before publishing my last post! The very next Sunday we had the pleasure of hearing a message from one of the younger men being discipled by the mission, Louse John Bosco. The topic of his sermon was living a holy life,
When Olive was born, she had no home. Uganda would not claim her, even though she was born on her soil. The US would not acknowledge her, even though both her parents are US citizens. We had to collect forms and paperwork and then submit