ParadoxUganda

Three smiling interns, Katie, Jesse, and Nick, and one very relieved Scotticus piled off the Cessna 206 in between lightening flashes and in...

God is strong, and he wants you to be strong. . . This is no afternoon athletic contest that we’ll walk away from and forget about in a coup...

Ideas can kill, and last night one did.  Asaba, a 6 month old, was slain by a deadly belief.   He was admitted to the hospital in mid-May ...

To be a witness does not consist in engaging in propaganda, nor even in stirring people up, but in being a living mystery.  It means to live...

This week our WHM community received difficult news:  Nancy Macha, missionary to Ireland, discipler and friend to many, wife of the head of ...

Our friend Maria Garriott’s book title, A Thousand Resurrections , comes to my mind often, particularly these first few days back (it is exc...

Today we mourned a death and celebrated a survival. Our neighbor John Mukidde died last Monday while we were still in Zanzibar. He had suff...

At 1 am this morning we washed back onto the shore of Uganda, after three weeks at sea.   For three weeks of sabbatical we breathed and ate ...

In the last 24 hours as we attempted to leave Uganda, we had a punctured tire on a fully loaded truck that forced us to drive the dangerous ...

Stage One of the journey: getting out of Bundibugyo, into the Kampala decompression chamber, the almost-but-not-quite on leave experience. ...