Author: Adventures

Father… what do you think of when you hear Father? Some people think of the head of a household, the one who brings home the bacon, the one who has a job. Some people even think of the strong one of a family, someone who watches over his children and raises them the right way. For those people, the word father is a good one, a word that makes them feel safe, secure, and loved.   Here in Uganda, father often means something entirely different. We see children without dads everyday, whether it’s on the streets or in the schools. Many children have never even met their...

After a month and a half in Africa, our team has discovered just how weird we are. (Africa can do some crazy things to a person!) We are so weird (well, I’m not all that weird) that we have decided on making a ranking system for our weirdness. The following are the current rankings and some explanations:   Craig- You never EVER know what he’s going to say next. Jessica- Her outbursts of weirdness are endless, unreal, actually! Kiersten- The sound effects that come from this young lady are quite odd! Zach- This young man is making shoes out of leaves, enough...

What is Jesus doing in you?   This question was in one of my letters from back home. I kinda put the question on the back burner because I honestly didn’t want to think about it, but once I started thinking about it…this is what I came up with   *He showing me that He is God and I haven’t been doing a good job living by this. There were so many areas I didn’t trust Him in, or I was just scared to give Him 100%, but he’s showing me in order to fully fulfill the plan he has for my life, I need to trust him *Freedom only comes once I let Him in and let...

Oh Africa, Bittersweet sites of children, Laughing and at play, But their daddies left long ago, While they must stay, Their mothers are hopeless, The food ran out and the money isn’t there, Still they play to forget, to distract, Hey daddy, don’t you care? Oh Africa. Oh Africa, The old man sits on the corner, His skeleton fingers stretched out, Anything, anything at all? A sip of clean water for this man of draught, He’s held together by his skin alone, And that skin is no more than a cracking leaf, He’s ready to die and escape this pity, Can...