atrocity

genocide. torture. denial of basic human rights based on gender, religion, nationality, perspective, et cetera. Atrocities such as these are honestly not at the front of the mind of most Americans living comfortably in their 3 bedroom homes with their 2.5 children. and I'm not sure whether they should be or not, frankly. Because these... Continue Reading →

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blessings ex nihilo (africa7)

The high point of my African experience was the people. I saw wild baboons on a hillside, vervet monkeys on roofs, and hyenas up close and personal, but they did not lift my soul as did the people. I ate goat meat, seasoned raw beef (didn't know beforehand), and some of the best sambusa and fuul anywhere,... Continue Reading →

Harar (africa6)

Had someone asked me before I left, I would have said this day trip would be the pinnacle of my journey to Africa. And even at the end of the evening on Wednesday, I would have said it was, but now, looking back, I know I would have been incorrect. Just as Elijah would have... Continue Reading →

tongues & tribes (africa4)

The Tuesday morning sunbeams illuminated a dusty street pressed by foot traffic mostly, with inhabitants going to and fro to gather the morning news and breakfast. I had eggs scrambled with jalapenos and tomatoes, with an orange drink, before I was picked up in a blue bajaj to roll through the bumpy streets to attend... Continue Reading →

humble grace (africa3)

After walking the dusty, rocky streets with no names among the chat (old books spell it khat) sellers, vegetable vendors, and small herds of street goats, we returned to the home of my host where I was oh so graciously served a lunch of misir wat, gomen, and beef tibs. Misir wat is a dish... Continue Reading →

vervets and other friends (africa2)

"Dr. Livingstone I presume. . ." That's what I wanted to say when I saw familiar faces after walking a couple hundred yards down the dusty road outside the airport with my luggage, but his name is not Livingston, and mine is not Stanley. Otherwise, the situation was similar, except that neither of us were... Continue Reading →

#blessed

Sometimes I feel particularly blessed. As in much more so than I deserve. When I'm not being especially grateful, I often think this word is overused in today's culture, but not today, for me, right now. God has given me a wonderful wife - M, who understands me and puts up with my crap. She... Continue Reading →

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