Thursday, July 30, 2009
Feeding the multitudes
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Pray for Clearing?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
New Vision newspaper editorial about Dr. Jonah
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Ending Child Sacrifice
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
In Memory of Aunt Von, and grace
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Visitors, expected and otherwise
Grief and victory
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Weekend in Bundi
Sundays we have a big long breakfast, making cinnamon rolls and pretty amazing coffee with fresh hot steamed milk. This week we drank in Pamela and Pat's fellowship as a welcome addition to our usual crowd. Church was uncharacteristically timely, where the sermon series through Acts continues, a convicting sermon challenging us to visit each other in our homes like Paul and Silas did. We moved our weekly "family soccer" game (which usually includes our extended family of team as well) up into the heat of the afternoon to be sure we could spend that hour, which means a LOT to our kids. Then up to Bundibugyo town to visit Dr. Jonah's grave with Pamela, and reminisce about the days of ebola, painful memories but so good to share them with a fellow-mourner, and to pray for his family. We timed the visit so we could then pick up the first of our two anticipated educational consultants for CSB. As his bus came limping in at a very severely tilted angle we could glimpse the relief on his face as he waved through the window. His first words getting in the car: how did you people ever find yourselves in this place?
Yes, Bundibugyo is the end of the road, even for a middle-aged well- educated well-traveled Ugandan who has been pretty much everywhere (including America). We made brief stops at the two other biggest secondary schools in the district to help him get a context for comparing Christ School. As we approached Nyahuka, he asked again about the selection of the location, and we told a bit of how the campus had once been out of town, but due to rebel insurgency in the late 90's the town expanded massively with IDP's who never went home, and we suddenly found ourselves entrenched in a very urban landscape. His response gave us something to ponder for the evening, something like this: "Well, you're missionaries, so you want to be where people are, right? Because the big mainline denominations in Uganda historically built their churches and schools out of towns, and thereby lost their greatest chances for impact, compared to the more recent emergence of Islam which has centered itself squarely in the middle of towns. Let's think of how to take advantage of this crowded urban environment for the sake of the Gospel." Hmmm. We passed the professor off to David and returned home at dusk for a quickly concocted dinner combining anything left in our fridge, and then a fun slideshow of Scott and Caleb's America adventures.
Monday is just around the corner, with all of its attendant demands for the new week. I'm thankful for the weekend.
Friday, July 10, 2009
wholeness, again, among the saints
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Scouring the Byways
But isn't that just what Jesus would want? Sure, I'd rather invite the relatively competent, "deserving", one-concrete-medical-issue-only types into the ward, the kind of kid that gets three doses of Quinine and smiles and walks away healthy. The kind of kid that one can feel a sense of accomplishment in helping. Instead Jesus tells the story of filling his feast from the highways and the byways, pulling in those at the margins, those that have messy lives and dysfunctional relationships. Because in reality, that is who we all are. Struggling parents, making bad choices, failing to love and provide, and needing grace.
Praying for a byway-scouring heart.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Boys are Back
bother to post the good news . . . but Monday evening the big red
truck pulled into our yard, 20 days and 12 hours after it left, with
Star yelping and Jack and Julia jumping onto the running boards and me
running out to say welcome home. We had a great reunion, just the
wholeness of being back together again. As we finished cooking our
coming home feast, I realized I was SO HUNGRY, for the first time in
three weeks, the cloud of stress of surviving alone had lifted and
left me with an appetite! We laughed a lot, and opened trunks of
goodies (shoes, clothes from the grandparents, chocolate chips and
good coffee and nuts and pepperoni, a few dvd's and books, Christmas
in July). Then we called Luke on the phone and it was almost like
being a whole family again. In 10 days he'll be here, too. I'm so
thankful for my family, the best people on earth.