It was a tranquil Sunday morning. The town of Kampala, Uganda had not yet awakened. The tropical birds and insects, filled the air with clatter and squeaking as they searched for their breakfast. I enjoyed the calming effects of distant, traditional whole-choir numbers from an open-air Catholic parish even as they competed with faint chants from a nearer Muslim mosque. The tranquility of the morning would be long-gone later that afternoon.
Archives for January 2018
They came from all over the city of Lodz, (pronounced “whoosh”) Poland. The elderly. The homeless. The lonely. All in one place on Christmas Eve.
Seeing new things being constructed is thrilling. The formation of something new holds a myriad of possibilities to ignite our imaginations. But the construction of this building is scintillating because of the hope it represents.
It was Christmas morning. The people of Paul and Molly’s church, Harvest Bible Chapel were together for a Christmas breakfast and service. The family of God called happy greetings to one another as they enjoyed breakfast together. Laughter filled the room. Smiles were everywhere.
We just wanted to go to Katooga slum to get a few photos telling the story of what life is like in much of Uganda, give out a few “sweets” and not cause a scene. But Francis had other plans.
It’s a new year! We all enjoy the beauty of a fresh start. Who doesn’t look forward to the new freshness of a warm spring day? But before we close the book on 2017, allow me to share with you a special bit of news…
Confusion, fear, uncertainty swirled inside little Kamil’s four-year-old heart and mind. Why was this happening? Where was he going? How long would he be gone? In hindsight, it was best that Kamil didn’t know the answers to these questions.