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
Between a busy work schedule of late and the lack of rain—meaning I’ve got to water the garden every day, which takes awhile—most of my daylight hours have been spoken for and the riotous nightlife we have here has prevented me from doing much in
There have been multiple events in the last few weeks that have reminded me that our battle is not against, “flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in
I do feel as though the agricultural analogies that we use to describe the growth(!) of the church here can dwindle into the cliche when we are reporting, but they are so unavoidable and apropos in the agrarian society that we find ourselves in. I
This past weekend some members of the mission met with the local authorities to discuss a proposal from the mission for a preparatory school. Over the past nine months or so, the mission has seriously discussed beginning a school, which would focus on literacy and
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.
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
The asphalt streets of San Diego had nothing as blatant as the harbingers of spring here in Karamoja. I was taught in elementary school that spring meant babies were born, flowers bloomed and the snow melted but never really saw these events firsthand in San