Practice for dying

New Year's Eve 2015, we as a family felt there was in impending change on the horizon. We didn't realize how soon it would come. As I related in my post called "Trauma," we had had an armed robbery with gunfire seven years earlier. Amber and I had both recovered from that fairly well, well …

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Trauma

The first time we went to Karamoja (northeast Uganda), it was like driving onto another planet. That's just how foreign it felt at the time. Luckily we were traveling with another missionary who had lived there for three years already. He introduced us to the strange new environment about as gently as one could. He …

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