I have finally received a Karimojong name. As some of you may have heard, Christopher is also called Lopenek, which means the guy with the beard. The name seems so fitting in his present state of Amish-like facial hair that I had hoped for something
Over the past few weeks of teaching, my class has already transitioned through numerous iterations. I began with three students: Nakaale, Loumo, and Nacap. Although throughout the time, three other girls have come and gone I want to focus on these three. Nakaale is approximately
UPDATE 14.3.13: Many from our mission have gone and sat with Michael and Martha this week, including Chloe and I this afternoon. Michael has also had some sickness and both of them are very weak from going without food (lack of appetite). But, by God’s
Even as we eagerly await the rains, which have so far been insufficient and irregular, those curses delivered in Eden are on my mind. Even with the modern conveniences of tractors and fertilizer, we still fight with the soil to get it to yield its
I have been remiss in notifying you all of our progress in math. Upon arrival, one of my responsibilities was to teach two math courses: Business Mathematics to Bobby Wright and Algebra I to Mary and Kipsy Wright. It has been some few weeks now
If you’ve been checking up on me lately, you’ll notice a big fat nothing by way of updates. Part of the reason is that I’ve been locked alone inside the Tricaricos’ bathroom for several weeks. Ok, not really–the door doesn’t actually lock—but we’ve been renovating
Do you remember learning how to read and write? I don’t. I remember being chastised by the teacher because instead of reading her the story I had memorized it. I remember my dad reading The Chronicles of Narnia to us kids. I remember devouring books
A typical day during the rainy season. Clouds start forming by 11a.m. and rain often moves in around 3p.m. This isn’t a sight we’ve been seeing much lately as our region hasn’t been getting much rain. Pray that God would send rain as our neighbors
We baptized another covenant child in Nakaale today. There had been some speculation regarding what the name of the child would be. His Karimojong name was after a friend of the family, but as is often the case, the Christian name was a bit longer
Living in Karamoja continually reminds me how fragile and miraculous human life is. Whereas, in America we attend funerals without ever having seen the dead body, Karimojong are present or participate in digging the grave and preparing the body for burial. In America, we tend