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
With a new life comes new accessories. I knew life in Karamoja would be very different from my life in San Diego, but I never thought to be so pleasantly surprised by local inventions or conveniences that would assist in that transition. I thought about
The nights in Karamoja are simultaneously the quietest and loudest nights I’ve experienced. There is no freeway two blocks away, only anomalous cars driving along the main dirt road, no neighbors twenty feet to either side of the house and no airplanes flying over head.
I won’t try to spin this to show how God’s providence shines through it. Christ will ultimately be all in all, but right now, we are at a nadir and feeling very discouraged. One of our workers and a very faithful member of the Nakaale
If you’re thinking to yourself, “Gee, Christopher sure hasn’t had anything interesting to say, lately,” you’re not alone. I haven’t had anything to say that was even interesting to me and that’s when you know you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel. The reason for
Today is the one month anniversary of our plane arriving in Entebbe. Thus, in keeping with our goal of determining what our long term plans with relation to this mission might be, it seemed like a good idea to do a cost-benefit analysis of the