It was early morning and you were crying. We were all in a mad rash heading out the door for school. ‘What’s the matter?’ I asked. ‘I’m not telling you,’ you said. And I thought that was fine, either way, telling me or not. Some things aren’t always meant to be shared at moment’s notice. But my dear Liz, just […]
Almighty Dad and our tears in his bottle Read More »
(Christian Week – February 2013)
KAMPALA, UGANDA ✦ There was an old man with a secret.
And there was a police cruiser and fire truck and ambulance, large with red lights in the darkness in front of the man’s house. And my children held my hand and looked up and asked me questions. What could I say?
KAMPALA, UGANDA ✦ Once there was a little Ugandan girl who loved school.
The girl, who had been an orphan when she was younger, loved learning new things and making new friends and pretty well everything about it, especially the stories.
Maybe she loved school all the more because of her years as an orphan, which started in a hospital in Mbarara, in western Uganda, where she was left abandoned when she was barely larger than a cat.
There she was given all she ever owned, her name, Hannah.
Once, there was a poor, young girl … Read More »
Take a minute, here, friends. Day 6 of Single Daddin’ It is for a new single dad whose wife died Monday, along with her unborn child who wouldn’t come out. Yeah, you read that right — wouldn’t come out. He’s now a single dad of three kids — 5, 3 and 2, and no doubt
Dying to give birth Read More »
The official charge is ignoring orders of a public official. But the real problem is words. Just words.
You know, words can be enough. Too much, even, when they say this and that; when they’re relevant and lacerating; when they’re passed to others and speak more than anyone even realizes; when they speak truth that isn’t just truth to be understood, but that deeper truth that causes a lump in your throat because you know someone has experienced it with some amount of pain.
Where words, mere words, mean trouble Read More »
Kaitlin Boyda could have had something for herself, but she donated her wish instead.
One girl’s wish brings water to Ugandan children Read More »
Nearing the five-year mark of my family’s foray into Uganda, here’s a mind-bender from my happy and ever-inquisitive four-year-old, Jonathan: “Daddy, when you grow up, are you going to be dead?”
Are we teaching our children a theology of suffering? Read More »
While here in the heart of Africa, I think of Canada often. Fall is no exception.
‘He shoots! He scores!’ – Uganda-style Read More »
