The humid, still heat presses down upon the earth taunting the parched fields. Thunder sounds high above. Clouds roll and gather all around us, heavy with empty promise, like a bud that never blooms or a pregnant woman who never gives birth. A weeklong deluge
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The days skitter along on feet of their own, driven by the needs of each. June has reached and I’m still acclimatizing myself to the idea of 2021. So many plans begun, half-baked and left to the unknown, now picked up again and only in
Christopher caught me by surprise one day and announced that covid vaccines had been donated to Uganda and would arrive in March. Previous predictions had them arriving in June or so. After a few weeks of calls, following the news, which included a conspiracy regarding
“Thank you for what you’ve been doing. Please keep doing it.” This has become a regular prayer of Carmel’s. It makes me smile every time – such truth, so simply put. The adult version would include an outline of the gospel’s power and its work
Now therefore, thus says the Lord of hosts: Consider your ways. You have sown much and harvested little. You eat, but you never have enough. You drink, but you never have your fill. You clothe yourselves, but no one is warm. And he who earns
Last year, the harvest was good. I suspected that when it was happening, by the sheer number of drumbeat led, moonlight parties in the village. The number of marriages that took place within a short time after harvest, made me smile at people’s good fortune.
The threat of COVID is still here. Lockdown is in full swing. And masks are the new fashion statement. Some form of lockdown has been in place for the last eight weeks in Uganda. Church services have been cancelled including all gatherings with more than
In my feeble attempts to observe Lent this year I read (mostly) a devotional by Walter Brueggemann, A Way Other Than Our Own. It has short daily devotionals and prayers, just enough for a busy mother to be able to swallow each day. In one entry,
These are times we won’t forget. When President Museveni made the announcement last Wednesday that closed all schools for all ages across the country for a month due to COVID-19, I was standing in a grocery store watching it on their televisions for sale. A
“Our life is not willed by God to be an endless anxiety. It is, rather, meant to be an embrace, but that entails being caught by God.” – Walter Brueggemann Grief to grief. Night to night. Trial to temptation to failure to burden. This is
Days pass, the mountain of things untold grows, and yet it’s hard to know what to write! We’ve been back from furlough for nine months. We’ve written about people leaving the field and others joining us. We’ve told you of our trips to visit friends
Here is grace. For seven years, including two pregnancies many sleepless nights and busy days I was never diagnosed with malaria. Here is grace. I experienced my first case of malaria only a few days after being treated for another disease which I had avoided