We are finally down in Mbale for the weekend and are able to move some serious internet bytes, so it’s been decided that the best use of this newfound ability is to get up some video of the road between Mbale town and Karamoja for
David was away at an ordination service for a pastor in the Church of Uganda and asked me to fill in as teacher of the Sunday afternoon mission Bible study. This caused me no small consternation since my main experience has been in teaching junior
If you’re on our email list you will have heard about the two deaths experienced by members of our community last week. This week, we report several additions to that number. Edward Atheo (whose son’s body we transported last Sunday) this week lost his wife (he’s now outlived five children and two wives).
This morning as we sat for morning devotions at the clinic, I was struck by the discrepancy between what we heard of the village around us and the scripture we were meditating on. Cries of “Ekonit!”, which signify that the local brew is ready for
One of the most interesting things about crossing cultures, and living in Karamoja in particular, is the deep ways that the routines of your life become unsettled. It’s been said to death that everything you take for granted is turned back on you when you
As many of you know, I enjoy running to keep myself in shape. In the States, I would get up before work and run down my street, along the asphalt road, up and off sidewalks and loop back home. Living in San Diego, there were
I have a favorite photograph from my first visit to Karamoja—one of the mission’s workers at church on Sunday morning. The background is washed in morning light. He is smiling and wearing a mint-green broadcloth button-down shirt that he, no doubt, purchased especially to wear