We were successful in our latest surge into Karamoja. Chloe and I took the unexpected opportunity to ride up with Bob and the drilling rig, giving us unedited access into the life and mind of the OPC’s only diaconal missionary. The drive took a meandering 5.5 hours to achieve due to the terrible condition of the road and the need to use caution transporting the rig. We took turns riding in back and were fortunate that the rain drove police from their checkpoints and prevented them from shaking us down for a bribe.
We had sexist Bible study last night where the men and women split up and have dinner and devotions. We were welcomed into the home of Dr. Jim, who dished up a veritable feast including fresh bread, guacamole, day-old cold pizza, scrambled eggs, rice, homemade pickles, and some sort of bean salsa.
Today, we worked. I spent most of the day cutting pipe, shaping and welding a new roof rack for one of the mission cars. Chloe and Karen went to the schools, though they can say more about that. I apologize for the boringness of this post, just took my malaria medication and am contemplating the hour long wait until eating is permissible.
Pray for the speed and efficiency of our work as well as the future of the current Karamajong work crew. They were caught sleeping in the church pews while Bob was gone and had given them various jobs to do. As a result, they are on leave for perhaps several more days and perhaps will not return. There is always abundant evidence that hearts are in great need of change here.