Concerning Seeing Stars…

The heavens declare the handiwork of our Lord. Thanks to Zach Rogers for this incredible reminder of beauty, excellently produced. This video is particularly meaningful to me because several of the scenes are from the area where I spent my childhood. What a precious gift to have those memories stirred. #merrychristmas #thescore2to4

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Never Seen a Sunrise…

What does the world look like through wonder-less eyes? This idea was first introduced to me through a Carl Sagan/Stephen Hawking YouTube video compilation extolling the “wonders of the universe.” After watching, I asked myself, “Why I would ever consider the splendors of the cosmos? If all the material in the universe is arranged through purposeless interactions between particles, why do I care if there is gravity-bent color or incomprehensible space between quasars?”

In a strictly materialistic world, there is no such thing as the absurd or the awesome. Such high praise for the unreachable, unknown is empty and ridiculous.

I took a meal with a successful farmer from Northeastern Uganda. We talked crops and fertilizers and managing market instabilities. He really knew his trade and I learned a lot in a short time. As the conversation progressed, I asked him a worldview question which was troubling me.

“Have you ever seen a sunset?” I asked. His response powerful in its simplicity. “It is there,” he said. I believed I knew what he meant, but I pressed further just in case I was mistaken. “What I mean to ask…Have you ever looked at the sun as it goes down or as it comes up and been amazed by the colors in the sky or how quickly it moves?” The look on his face was answer enough. He did speak, however. “No, it is there, it is always there. To look at it, no, it is just there.”

I thanked him for his candor and explained why I would ask such a seemingly silly question. He listened thoughtfully as I explained how the Bible presents creation as an expression of God’s glory and, as a result, I see wonder in the colors of the sky and the diversity of the bird-life and the intricacies of the patterns in the leaves of the trees.

My farmer friend agreed that God is good and the gift of ground that produces life-giving food is indeed a blessing; but to be amazed by the dirt or the sky? He was skeptical at best.

The history of the Western world is being revised daily to exclude or at least diminish our deeply religious roots. The foundation upon which the West is built is suffering erasure at an breakneck rate. As we in the West insist on adopting a strictly materialistic worldview, we create a vacuum into which the capacity to be amazed by “nature” will disappear. We are who we are, in part, because all we have known for thousands of years is the wonder of a creation (yes, creation) that is full of the splendor and beneficence of the One (or, for some, ‘the many’) who caused nature to come into being.

We all will soon lose that wonder in spite of video protestations to the contrary. If all we know is the result of its existence, then the rising and setting of the sun becomes irrelevant, so long as it is there. Even our knowledge of our diversity as humans will become an endless, self-consuming, mindless pursuit resulting in our becoming the fictional zombies with which we Westerners seem to be so fascinated: instinctively struggling to survive in senseless semi-death.

I don’t want this. I want my Ugandan friends to be astounded by the exquisitely vibrant bird life, the various tree leaves, the way the grass appears to sparkle in the wind and the rising and setting of the sun. When I point these things out, my Ugandan friends are quick to see something to care for, and to nurture, and to give praise to God just because “it is there.” I yearn for my American friends never to lose this once innate capacity to be awestruck by nature and more importantly by the knowledge of the God who put things “there.”

Today’s global culture, especially in the Western world, is losing its capacity to be amazed. We are instead consuming disposable clips on the internet, giving the thumbs up or down, and then moving on to the next station of entertainment. I could press the point by describing our lack of interest in craftsmanship and our preference to avoid long, deep conversations about substantive issues

Has any other god dared to take a nation for himself out of another nation by means of trials, miraculous signs, wonders, war, a strong hand, a powerful arm, and terrifying acts? Yet that is what the Lord your God did for you in Egypt, right before your eyes. He showed you these things so you would know that the Lord is God and there is no other.” (Deuteronomy 4:34–35, NLT emphasis added)



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Bricks: A Story in Pictures


This is the home of a farmer who also happens to be a pastor, who also happens to be a higher education ‘lecturer’, who also happens to be the local dental provider, who also happens to be the village well owner, who also happens to be the founder of an orphanage.


This is his living room and study and dining room and the sleeping quarters for a few of the up to 18 people who depend on this man and his wife for food, shelter, and clothing every day.

These are ‘advanced quarters’ since there is a single solar panel providing electricity to the home.

Most of these dependents are orphaned/abandoned children. A few of these children bear physical disabilities making them all the more ‘undesirable’ and easy to discard.

Some are relatives…one woman was rescued from a physically abusive husband and her in-laws (yes it is common for even the in-laws to beat a woman). Unfortunately the husband had already infected her and two of her three children with HIV.


Supper time, the kitchen is located under the tree in the center.


godfrey3This is the structure the children currently share for sleeping and dressing quarters.There are holes through the walls indicating the cement was not sufficient when applied in the brick mortar. Mosquitoes and other creatures may enter and exit at will. The structure will soon be destroyed.


This is the place this man built for the homeless children in his village. It will reach its capacity of 70 children as soon as it is opened.



These are a few of the left over bricks used to build the children’s home. Each brick fashioned by hand and fired on-site and placed one over the other, 30,000 strong. No machines, no motorized vehicles.

This ‘weed garden’ is actually the hole created by the digging of the clay to make the bricks to build the children’s home. The depression is also visible on the lower left side of the picture of the main structure.



This is one of the two dormitories the children will sleep and study within. It lacks a proper floor, paint, beds and mosquito screening.

This is where the farmer ‘digs’ one of his gardens to feed the children. It is also located on the same site as the developing children’s home.

img_20160918_052558545The maize from this season’s crop is still standing. Below is the ‘potato garden’ just recently planted. From this land comes coffee (cash crop), maize, potatoes (several varieties), cassava, bananas, beans, eucalyptus (cash crop), guava, jack fruit and most likely one or two other things I forgot to note.


This is Pastor Godfrey with his son and daughter. His beautiful wife was not available for a picture as she was recovering from a malaria infection. The well-head was financed by an American doctor and his wife. It provides safe drinking water to the entire village and will serve as an irrigation source in the future.


Pastor Godfrey’s vision is to host an entirely self-funded and self-sufficient village school, church, children’s home, and perhaps even a dental clinic. The land he owns has sand and clay and even cement on site, so much of what he uses to build comes right from the local ground. He is well on his way to achieving his vision through the provision of the Jesus he serves, and the generosity of Jesus’ followers.


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Eating crunchy eyeballs

Life in another culture can be full of unexpected adventures. five-loaves-and-two-fishFor instance, I recently had a meal of posho with beans, ‘little fish’ and hot chili peppers. I had deliberately avoided this meal at the mess hall where I am staying, but somehow the calendar was adjusted and I showed up on a day I thought was ‘fish-safe.’ I did attempt to eat the fish with the rest of the meal but chewing the crunchy eyeball/head was something I just couldn’t get beyond. Plus the oily fish taste just put the dish over the top for me. I did finish what I was served minus the little fish which are now cozily fertilizing a local patch of ground, eyeballs and all.

While on the topic of food (not really) I have been noticing a very small black object in the kitchenette sink. I have dutifully cleaned the item every day and every day it is back in the sink. At first I thought I had not done my job properly and the item had somehow reemerged from the drain. So I made sure it was gone and reappear it did the next day. I had gone through all the obvious options (bug, dirt, metal particle, etc., etc.) until in frustration I picked up the 3 mm item and gave it is sniff. Now I know!

I share my flat with three lizards. There is the ‘mama’ lizard about 7 to 8 inches in length, the junior lizard about  4 to 5 inches in length and the baby lizard about 3 inches in length. We do well to share the space amicably, except for the mama lizard is daily leaving a ‘calling card’ in the sink. Any ideas how I can help reform this unruly roommate?

I shared a synopsis of Isaac’s story  two weeks ago today. I read him the text before I posted it for the e-world to see, so that I could obtain his permission. He offered a few minor suggestions for changes, then seemed to be troubled. I asked what he was thinking. This was his reply:

You know, dad, you have missed the most important part of the story.

Oh, really? I replied.

Yes, dad. If I had not emailed you, would you have ever come to Uganda?

I didn’t know where this was going, but I gave an honest, ‘no’ in reply. I had never even thought about Uganda before Isaac’s email.

How many churches have you started or helped to start since you have been coming to Uganda?

This question caught me completely unprepared. I had never really thought about it, but then I began counting in my head. ‘Six, at least, I bet, most likely more,’ I replied. 

So, dad, I think that lifting us up from the dirt was ok, but starting those churches is much more important. You need to add that in there (the story).

I discovered over the years that my children teach me more about God than any of my formalized theological training. Isaac is right. It was and is a good thing to be family together, but Isaac, Penny and Lionel were all already part of God’s forever family. There are many, many, more I will never meet who will spend eternity with God because of one answered email. People who now follow Jesus because God made those email conversations into much more than I could imagine. That is what is really important.

I humbly thanked my son for wisely pointing out my oversight and promised to give his encouragement space of its own.

Around the world people are ‘giving to God’ in expectation of getting some sort of return: wealth, health, financial affluence. They are missing the real power, however. When Christians give from what God provides, He miraculously multiplies the gift to meet the needs He knows are there.

In a few week’s time I will travel around central and north Uganda visiting with people we have met over the past years and supported and perhaps even shared the good news of God’s love in Jesus Christ. I will visit a building for church gatherings being constructed via a gift from the US from someone who has never been to Africa. I will worship with a ‘bush’ congregation led by a joyous man rescued from sickness and abject poverty to go back to his war -ravaged homeland to share there is forgiveness of sin for those who will repent.( Spend 4 minutes watching a summary of his amazing story. )

There will be so much more to share and not because of me or those who have generously shared through me but because of the One who takes even the smallest steps and creates epic journeys for the sake of Love, the increase of His Kingdom.


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Earth Splitting Joy

And all the people went up after him, playing on pipes, and rejoicing with great joy, so that the earth was split by their noise. (1 Kings 1:40, RSV)

earth splitThe “splitting of the earth” is an obvious hyperbole, so much so that most modern translations choose to render the Hebrew word,  baqa, as “quake” or “shook.” The original is the appropriate word for the story and the translator’s choice of an alternative is not helpful in this instance.

The reading of this verse drops us into the middle of political intrigue here.   God, through David, chose Solomon, firstborn son of an adulteress, to be King of Israel.  David’s other son, Adonijah, believed himself to be the rightful heir to the throne of Israel.  Adonijah had gathered military and religious leaders to himself and was in the process of hosting his own “victory party” when the rumble of joy came rolling through.  True to the nature of political sycophants, as soon as Adonijah’s guests heard the explanation for the jubilation of the city, they disappeared as quickly as possible.  No one likes to be caught with the loser, especially if the alliance may threaten life or personal fortune.

Adonijah means, ‘the I AM is Lord.’  The Lord did not tell Adonijah to take possession of Israel.  The Lord did not instruct Adonijah’s allies to attempt to install Adonijah as king.  Adonijah forgot the meaning of his own name and so his cup of joy turned sour while still in his hand.

And the earth split.

Those who waited for the blessing and direction of God were able, at the right time, to express joy with such fury that the earth responded to the tumult.  On the other side of the rift, those who presumed to be their own gods did their best to silently “fade into the woodwork.”

The question for us is this:  Which side of joy are we on?

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The Brutality of the Bench

old-wood-bench-5I hungrily took my plate of posho, rice, and ground nut sauce and found a place on the only remaining bench in the mess hall. I was having a pleasant conversation with a man about his village and the intrigues and dramas of rural life in Uganda when another man sat down and began talking.

‘M’ is a student from South Sudan. His clothes were poor and he was obviously in distress. I asked him to share what was troubling him. He replied by speaking about a couple of mutual friends who work in the refugee camps and I assumed he was going to give me an update on how life was in the camps.

I was wrong. M began a rambling telling of his story. I am recounting it as closely as I can as it was related to me.

M began sharing the troubles he had coming to Jinja from his country. He had to be careful to avoid certain roads in order to keep from being picked up or killed by either rebel or government military. Then he spoke of his mother and sister and his concern as to their whereabouts. Right after he left to attend his classes in Uganda, his mother and sister had to run from their village into the mountains. M knows where they are hiding at present, but is fearful they will have to move again and then he won’t know where to look. The rebels came to his hometown and conscripted men for their militias. M’s brother joined out of a combination of fear and desperation. M’s younger brother had previously encountered the rebels when they were seeking new soldiers. Something went wrong and M’s brother was killed.

M said everything is changed in the city where he used to live and work as a youth minister. He said the population was once near one million, but now most have run away. There is no work, no services, food is scarce and the church he served no longer meets together. His pastor left to join the rebel forces. M said over and again that he did not understand why his pastor would do such a thing. He said other church members asked why and he could not answer. He tried to suggest to me some possible explanations of why, but in the end just put his face in his hands and repeated I just don’t know. He said that he did know that even though the rebels are trying to address some gross injustices done by his government, that the way of war was not the way of Christ, nor the way to a lasting peace in his (still very new) country.

I asked M if he could phone his mother to check on her well-being. The question may seem a bit ridiculous, but the cell service in this part of Africa is excellent. M said, ‘No they have shut all the cell services down and I don’t know when they will be functioning again.’

M then started talking about his childhood and young adulthood. He spoke about how his father left the family after he lost work in the city and had to move to the village. His father was not the farming type, so he abandoned his family. His mother remarried after about three years and his step father was cruel and beat him and his siblings. M’s mother became pregnant but the pregnancy did not go well and she ended up abandoned and ill.

M became a follower of Jesus in his early twenties. His life continued to be complicated. After M’s conversion, he was able to patch together an education and even enter the university to study economics with the sponsorship of his uncle. Again something went wrong. I didn’t quite catch the detail, but either the university or his uncle had M put in prison, under a sentence of two years. It had something to do with his university fees, that I do know. I am sure my fuzziness about the details comes in part from the great rift in experience. How many university students go to prison over tuition arrears in the US?

M was able to get out of prison after some time by negotiating some agreement with his uncle, but still had the debt hanging over his head. He was encouraged to disappear, but his faith wouldn’t allow such dishonesty so he remained and put things as right as possible. It was at this time he thought to pursue finding his father, perhaps the man would have compassion on his son and help him even though he had not seen or contacted him in 18 years. This also did not go well.

I asked many questions about his plans to retrieve his family, whether or not he would try to enter the refugee camps I plan on visiting in October. M had more questions than answers.

One of the difficulties of being in Uganda is people are regularly asking me either to sponsor them or to find people in the US to sponsor them. Unless you have had the experience of visiting, it is a hard to imagine these ‘ask’ conversations. Often people are desperate for less than $200. There was no ‘ask’ in M’s conversation. Perhaps he trusted me with his story because I knew some people he knew. Throughout the recounting of his life, he repeatedly stressed his trust in God and in God’s authority over even the life he is living. As I watched the language of his body; I could tell he was also clearly communicating that a living, sovereign and loving God was his only hope.

M came to sit on my bench. I knew there was really nothing I could say in reply to such a story, so I offered to pray with him, which he allowed. Before we prayed together he shared two more things. He wanted me to pray for him as he is ill and suffers from Hepatitis B. He said he does not yet know if God will allow this disease to end his life. He also wanted me to pray for his new wife, who is with his mother and sister in hiding. I don’t know if I missed this earlier in his story, lost to me as I tried to keep up with him or if he just waited until the end to divulge. He shared a bit of his marriage story. In sub-Saharan Africa, marriage often is subject to the interference of relatives (particularly uncles, but not just uncles) who wish to profit in some way from the union. M’s marriage suffered from this kind of interference, so M had to fight for his wife, who is now separated from him and in peril.

And so we prayed, asking for God’s intervention, protection, and healing. M cried. Not the sobs commensurate with such a burden, but three or four tears quietly and slowly drifting down his cheeks.

I am sharing this story for reasons I hope are evident.

M’s life situation is repeated in this area by the hundred thousand. There are multiple other areas of the world where M’s story could be repeated with his name exchanged for another. Refugees are not news stories, they are people.

M trusts God in ways I find astounding and in which I wish to follow. M desires a deeper knowledge of God so much that he literally risked his life to come to learn. This is a hunger every Christian should posses.

M needs continued prayers for not only him and his family, but for his people who want the same things most of the rest of us want: the simplicity of food, water, shelter, love and peace.


It is highly unlikely my recounting of M’s story will be read by anyone who would use it to do him harm, but since I related several identifying details happening in a war zone, I chose to change his name to a random consonant. M’s refusal to join either the government or the rebel military forces is enough for his end to be the same as his younger brother’s.


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