ParadoxUganda

Since we landed in Bundibugyo in the midst of an unsettled moment between the two tribes here, Scott took the opportunity to preach at Chris...

Oh Bundibugyo how we love and mourn for you. The rain pours down weeping and cleansing. Today the market was quiet, the shops boarded up...

The doors of the Kenya airways flight opened into the humidity and sunshine of a Ugandan afternoon and we sensed a home coming. After the wa...

No time to really explain these photos or this life, but it's been a full JUNE so far. Joy of hellos and grief of goodbye...

Luke and Caleb are home.  One week ago this evening we drove in the darkness to Nairobi and elbowed our positions in the jostling crowd of ...

Back at Kijabe, back home, and back to work.  Back to reality.  OK, Spain and Portugal are one reality, for some of the world: pastel-paint...

A quick post from our "company conference" on the Spanish coast.   Hundreds of people, hugs, name-tags, memories.  Rocking worshi...

 . . when I briefly consider whether I can go on.  When the stress and sadness of working on the edge of life just seems like too much, whe...

Matchmaking, it seems to me, would be a noble profession.  Seeing need and opportunity and finding win-win mutually beneficial arrangements...

Matt 4:16-"The people dwelling in darkness have seen a great light, and for those dwelling in the region and shadow of death, on th...