Christian Adventure Ministry- Lomilo
March 2017 Prayer letter
Change is good. God is good. As most of you know, Waffle and I are in a transition time. We have resigned from Christian Veterinary Mission and are in the process of choosing another mission. We love the exciting and fruitful ministries that the Lord has given us in Uganda, and we still feel led to be here and work with CLIDE, our indigenous partner. Which form our ministries will take is still to be ascertained. We praise God that all of His paths are Loving Kindness and Truth. (Ps. 25:10) We are on a good path, and Waffle and I praise God for His leading up to this point and the joyful hope that He has instilled in us. We also praise God that YOU are part of this process with us and are standing by our side.
We have enjoyed having many of you come and serve with us here. We had some delightful and interesting visitors in the last few months: teams of rugged construction guys and gals roughed it with us in the dust & mud of the Peace Villages, building a kitchen for our new Primary School. An energetic vet helped us train herdsmen then vaccinated and did surgeries on dozens of village dogs and cats; another fun vet came to work with Val on a goat revolving loan ministry, where more than a dozen people turned their lives over to Christ. Each visitor had unique and valuable gifts, serving God with all that they had. We appreciate and love you ALL!
We will be coming to the states in April, and we still need help and advice from you all, the body of Christ: we see that you are a vital part of us. We need to hear your experiences and the glimpses of truth that God has put in you, to guide us. We ask you to please be a part in strategizing with us and choosing our next ministry partners.
Our options are numerous. Each of them has components that we love: Team ministry with discipleship and short term missionary training; Training national pastors and working with indigenous churches; mentoring missionary apprentices; building redemptive relationships with the poor through community development, peace building, chi
Make Me Lonely
They came to the water together, the father left alone. The community borehole is a great place for some of life’s lessons. An hour before sunrise, the mechanical “crank-CRAANK…crank-CRAANK” begins. Most village families are off to bed around 8 p.m. because there is no light at home, save for the cooking fire. Waking up early, they are out on the move, usually involving a trip to the borehole (water pump). We have been experiencing a significant drought over the last 3 years, so water can be a scarce commodity. At the height of the dry season some wells dry up or break down from constant use. Ladies and children join the queue (“Q”), lining up their Jerry cans (20 liter containers) nicely in a row. As the containers are filled one by one and carried off, the queue inches forward.
This day was starting off as a warm one, maybe 98°. By 7am, the queue is already 20 members long, some with 3 or 4 jerry cans. The rhythm of the pump brings a steady beat; a young lady jumps up to add her weight to bring the pump handle down and raise the life-giving water from the deep. A local elder arrives to inspect the water operations and sanita-tion. This day the elder or
“Muzee” is hand in hand with his 7yr old son, who joins the other children, as ladies talk and move their jerry cans clos-er. The boys gather to engineer vehicles together: collecting plastic bottle tops for wheels, boxes for the chassis with bits of binding wire to put it to-gether and “voila” you have a fleet of cars and trucks con-trolled by the imagination of boys with big dreams. The 7yr old is quickly brought into the fold of young fleet operators. Every boy is especially interest-ed because he has a treasure…. a discarded, liter size mango juice box. This is proportional-ly perfect for a truck chassis, plus it’s brightly colored and sturdy, to make the perfect “Lorry” (truck).
The elder finished his greeting, admonishing and inspecting and it’s time to depart. “Ok son, apena, let’s go”! The boy with ideas of his own, draws back his hand from the father,
July Prayer Letter
Physical & Spiritual Hunger
It’s Survival time in Africa. Our people in Karamoja are being significantly affected. We may watch “Survivor” on TV or imagine using our survival skills on a rugged wilderness adventure, but what if we were in reality a subsistence farmer in an actual drought and famine? No food in the pantry, no money in the bank, wide-ranging poverty and hunger all around us… Each morning we would trek off through the dry scrubland, gathering a partial day’s ration of bitter herbs and slightly toxic nuts from the bush. Month after month without reprieve, our energy levels gradually diminish and our health progressively deteriorates...
A few years ago, some of our sponsored children had no home to go to during their Christmas break (1 month). We had them gather and stay in one of the empty schools and brought food to them periodically. Joseph, a 12 year old orphan whose father had been a raider, became a provisional leader of the orphans, organizing them into a makeshift family. They cooked and cared for each other during that time, as a real family unit would. Driving up to the school, their eyes would brighten as they raced towards us, leaping and calling out to one another as we pulling up to unload maize, beans and oranges...
Although most of the time people can care for themselves, raise their own crops and provide for their families, sometimes emergencies come up, and those who have something may be called on by God to give to those who don’t have, with kindness and sensitivity. It’s in times when we see others are destitute and desperate that God tests the undercurrents of our hearts and gives us the opportunity to experience His heart of compassion, restoring dignity to those who are whirling down the descending spiral of hunger and poverty. After 3 years of drought, families in Karamoja are awaiting their harvest which is 3 months away. They need some help to stay strong until then.
Jesus’ disciples were concerned about him, as they had traveled a long distance and left him sitting m
Dec 2017 Prayer Letter: Just a short ride in the pasture!
With one foot still in the stirrup, my mind was racing through the options. My horse, Penuche was trembling beneath me; he hadn’t been ridden for a couple years was not cooperating well. He has some natural fears of new things and this “short ride” through the pasture was not what he had planned for the day. Six quick crow hops had popped me somewhat off the right side of the saddle, but I still had a firm grip on the saddle-horn and the reins...I could feel Penuche’s quivering muscles shaking as he glanced fearfully out of the side of his eye toward me. I reckoned that I could probably slide myself back up onto the saddle, but saw that his frightened expression may envisage a possibly spirited set of movements, … perhaps immediately.
Looking down at the ground, I quickly considered the dynamics involved… it was 4 ½ feet to the ground at this point, gravitational acceleration of 9.8 meters/second²…, well, calculations aside, I could land in less than ¼ second, with roughly 1.5 x the force of my weight. Not as bad as it could be… considering the possibility of a slipping cinch rope and ruling out a foot caught in the stirrup… down I go… BAAM on the ground. Well that didn’t seem so bad… landed somewhat on my rear end, but seemed to break my fall a bit with my hands... wait a minute… I guess “break my fall” I did! My arm is broken! OUCH!!
Shortly, my friends Peg and Bryce noticed the riderless horse moseying by and came zooming out on their four-wheeler to the pasture to rescue me (after God barely spared them from getting decapitated by a rope that was tied across the driveway!) By then my rear end was beginning to ache and I was getting a little dizzy. Five Hours and a couple ambulances later, I was admitted at a Bend hospital: diagnosis – Broken humerus, broken rib, 3 pelvic breaks, nerve damage to my left leg. Surgeries were scheduled in a few days, on my birthday!
Two days later, surgeries were completed and I said a prayer as I groggily fell off to sleep. It was 3 o’clock in the morning when I woke up w
April 2018 Prayer Letter: Construction Team Battles Mud!
Everyone was touched by it. “It”, being the MUD! We were building the first permanent church and Pastor’s house in the Peace Villages, but the site was in the middle of a plowed field! “Fine Black Mud” (more clay-like) was the humor of the day for all of the guys. With each step you became taller. Your feet then became increasingly wider when the clay adhered to last season’s trampled crop-stems, clinging to the soles of your boots. The Africans also had a time with it all… they go barefoot and end up with giant ball things clinging to their ankles until they knocked it off! There were some benefits, however, the afternoon downpour with its drenching winds, made for wonderful “Take Shelter” conversation times. Pastor Peter was happy that the frame of his house had gone up so quickly (in 2 days). It soon became the “go-to place” to wait out the barrage till we could go back to work. Laughter, jokes, puns and getting to know each other was the order of the day. When the rains relented, we would venture out into the flowing sheet of water, trying to stay upright and not plop down in front of the others doing the same. Almost always a good plop down was followed by a quick jump back up, this, not to keep from getting soaked in water and mud but to give a quick look around to see if “Anybody saw that”. The telltale plop-marks branded many of us and we all enjoyed a good chuckle. Our final week on the construction site, the drought had broken and the heavens opened up for us!
I really valued this time together with the guys. Sure, there was the usual tent flooding, with more rain accumulating on the tent floor than outside. The cooks too, had the challenge of keeping their pots cooking on the 3-stone fires in their outdoor kitchen, with some merciful tarps and creative innovations provided by Jerry and Kiwi. Trips to get water, sand, rock and cement made it challenging for bicycle and Land Rover alike. Actually, it was so much fun driving in the 8” of slippery, gooey mud in Low Gear, Diff- Lock On; you don’t dare
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