December 3, 2014

Hello from Moroto, Ingrid here.

As I write this, I am thinking of all the Thanksgiving celebrations in the United States on the 27^th of November.  Here the 27^th seemed like just another day.  A turkey here in Moroto right now costs $40.00 because fowl is the only meat available as foot and mouth disease continues and the ban on butchering hoofed meat remains. And yet, even before that Thursday I had begun reflecting on some of the things I was thankful for and expressing my gratitude to our Lord for. 

In my present world, this is a true saying: “Some things can’t be truly understood until they have been lived.”   The life I am living here is allowing me a gratitude for many of the things that I took for granted in the USA; things not within easy reach or even in reach at all for most of the people I am serving here.

• I am grateful for water!  At this point, the municipality of Moroto has been without running water for over three weeks.  I am grateful for boreholes, jerry cans to carry the water, and rain that can be harvested in any open container available.
• I am grateful for electrical power! We do not know why, but lately we have been living in an environment of having power for a few hours and then it “getting lost”, as they say here, for many hours.  
• I am grateful for a clothesline! Having a place to hang wet clothes other than in our room has been quite exciting for me.  Most wet clothes around here are hung on grass, bushes, fences or the ground to dry.
• I am extremely grateful for the provision of the house the Lord has given us!!
• I am thankful for the relationships that are deepening for us here in Moroto and in the Manyattas around Moroto district!  Through the doors that the Lord has opened for us, we are developing friends in the Karimojong community, relationships that have shifted from us being seen as a potential source of a handout to one where we are being engaged for who we are not what we represent as Westerners.   
• Most of all I am grateful that the God of all Creation has chosen me, to be His daughter and to reveal Himself to me ever increasingly. To say that He has shown Himself ever present and abundant in these last few months would be an understatement. Oh how grateful I am, as I continually am allowed to see my need for the ever present Lord and Savior Jesus; in my times of joy, in my struggles, where I wrestle with fear, lack of control or anger, He never leaves me nor forsakes me.

Exiting Manyatta

Our life has been full of ministry here both one on one and in groups. One event that continues to encourage me and cause me to worship God is what I came away with from a trip to a manyatta.  We recently returned to the Manyatta where we had left a proclaimer (a recording of the New Testament in Ngakarimojong) with a precious lady named Rose (not my language helper), who is illiterate but wants to learn more about Jesus.  The Church of Uganda has made her a deputy warden in her area. Background story on this is: She had walked all the way into Moroto town (a brisk 30 minute walk) while we were in the states, to inform the mothers union at the Church of Uganda, that the proclaimer we had given her had been broken.  We found this out a few weeks after we returned to Moroto in September.   The story is that a small child dropped it, but when Rose showed it to us, on a trip without an interpreter, it had been split in half with what looked like a great deal of force.  We were not sure we should give this manyatta another one, as the proclaimers cost us $100.00 each. So as we returned to visit Rose with Pastor Noah to interpret, we found a group of people surrounding us pleading to hear God’s word.  There were men and women speaking to Pastor Noah, and he spent about an hour and a half ministering the Word of God to them in Ngakarimojong.  We were able to ask how they would prevent another proclaimer from being broken again.  They had already worked out strategy for keeping it from harm, so we gave them a second one, but told them this was the last one.

Lyle w/warrior outside of a school in the bush

While we were there sitting with the people, a woman came up to the group and starting speaking rapidly and pointing at me and then covering the top of her head with her hand.  This went on for some minutes, and when Pastor Noah finally interpreted, he told us this woman was the mother of the teenager who had the rock thrown at him many months ago by a teen-aged girl.  I wrote of this back in June, I believe.  This woman said that because I had intervened between her and the mother of the girl and had asked them to forgive each other, she believed my faith was sincere.  She said they had forgiven each other, which is amazing to me because Rose (my language helper) and I were sure that after we left, a fight would ensue.  Tempers were high and we left them with arms crossed and glaring at each other and me.  This was such an encouragement to me and to Rose when I shared it with her.  Oh Praise to God, Whose Truth has the power to evaporate the power of anger.  This lady was coming to the manyatta to listen to the proclaimer as well since then, and has asked us to allow her to have one for her manyatta.  She said she would be responsible for taking care of it.  We are praying about it.  Please join us in this intercession where we are actually seeing a hunger for God and His Word in people.   Our first experience with this.

This manyatta is one site that may have an AIM team living along side them.  Our Vision and Strategy Paper has had one edit and we have turned it back in for a second edit before it goes to AIM leadership for final approval.  We are working on the Team descriptions as well.  What we feel God desires is for people totally in love with Him to live in a manyatta setting, but demonstrating how to live in this environment in a way different than the mindset of “its always done this way”; to demonstrate transformation as stated in Romans 12:1-2, so that the Word does dwell among the people.

Prison guard Sarah & her little girl Peace

As we work on this, the Lord has graciously allowed us to become more a part of the church He has directed us to as a home church.  We were invited to a three-day leadership conference, and while there, made and solidified some good relationships.  Also Lyle is ministering every Sunday afternoon to the guards at the regional prison, and I have been asked to join him there.  I have had a bible study with K’jong women at the same time, and so haven’t been able to attend yet, but will try to do so if I can shift this study to a different day.  I also am having a Bible study with a female prison guard every week.

Filling tower with jerry cans (Luke below, Simon above) neighbor at fence.

One of the benefits of having no running water is that Lyle has really been able to work along side the guards we have at the house.  For the “Muze” (word of respect for an old guy) to work and not just boss is unheard of and we believe very welcomed.  Our full time guard, Simon, has been wonderfully motivated to find ways to work and improve the place and together we have started a vegetable garden, which Lord willing, will produce greens for us to eat.  They have already sprouted and I can’t tell you the delight I have in this.

We are encouraged by our developing relationships with our new neighbors as well. We were concerned about our closest next-door neighbors as our homes sit very close to each other and they had not demonstrated any kind of restraint for personal privacy while the place was being built and after we moved in.  After a couple of gentle talks with them, they have become very gracious and respectful neighbors and we are growing to know each other in ways that works for all of us. They appreciate very much me feeding their little dog bones through the cyclone fence. The young dog really likes us and has dug her way into our compound twice already.  We did challenge them a bit as they were beating her over and over and we told them to stop.  Lyle was very good at explaining to them what a gift a dog is and how loyal they are and how treating them well increases the dog’s desire to protect them.  We have not heard them abusing her again. The Karimojong are very direct people and we are so glad God has led us to them as they are not easily offended which is helpful as we grow and learn to engage and interact with them.

Neighbor children

Our language skills do continue to improve slowly and we understand a lot more of what is said as long as it isn’t spoken too quickly. Please pray for us to have the discipline and determination to continue to study and persevere in becoming fluent in Ngakarimajong.

Our boys have finished the last term of school for the year.  We had them over for a game night along with all the other boys in the house, so there were 15 boys, Bill the 84 year old man from Texas who stays with them, three AIM guests who were staying with us (our first guests!!) and two young women from the Moroto expat community.  It was a great time!!!  The noise level was a few decimals above Lyle’s comfort level, but he jumped in and played games anyway.  We cooked and served beans, rice, posho, and chapattis with fruit for dessert.  The boys were ecstatic. We were ecstatic cause we actually had power that night J.

The two boys, Thomas and Joseph, who were in boarding this last term are going to become day students when the new term beings in February.  We are continuing to work with them so that they are being raised and not just growing up.  This is a challenge when you don’t live with them, but they have been so honest with us and their desire for someone to care about them is so obvious.  The teenager, Mark, whose school fees we had paid for out in a trading center, about a 20 minute drive from Moroto town, is going to come in and become a boarder at the school where the other boys are next year.  He had walked into town two weekends in a row to ask us about this, and when we were out with Pastor Noah we stopped at his school to verify his attendance and to see how he was doing at school.  His teacher told us he was there every day which was amazing to us cause his manyatta was a very long walk away from the school.  We found out that he ended up living at the school free of charge, again unheard of, because of the challenge of walking in every day.  We picked him up at school and with the headmaster’s permission and drove out to the manyatta where he is from to talk to his grandmother. She gave her permission for him to move into town for the next school year. This next year for Mark is very important as he will be in P7, if he doesn’t do well on the tests at the end of the year, he will not be allowed to continue on to senior level classes. Also, I had the opportunity to pray for a little baby girl while at this manyatta. She was sitting on a warrior’s lap (unusual to see) and her eyes were just running with mucus.  They said she had drops to put in, but she was miserable. I do pray for her even now.  The people in this manyatta were very grateful to us for helping Mark and didn’t bring any additional demands to us for help with things, which is new for us.

In fact, we are seeing this habit of the people demanding us to give things has almost disappeared.  So please join us in thanking the Lord for breaking this pattern for us.  This realization became really clear to me when I walked to the market this last weekend with our AIM guests who were visiting.  It was the first time I had absolutely no begging!!! NONE!!!!  I am so grateful for this; I was only greeted as one who lives here with warmth, not with a demand to “give” to them.  Oh thank you for your prayers for us in this regard.

Playing chess w/Kul

As I close this blog, I must say I am also so very grateful to Our Lord and Savior for ALL of you who join us in serving Jesus here in Karamoja through prayer, communication and finances.  Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!  For all who are going to or have been led to give to us before the end of the year please know that this act of worship to our Lord has been used to deepen our faith in the Him. His ability to provide for us has amazed us and filled us with joy and hope.  This has been a fiscally challenging time for us, as setting up a new home has required money.  We are content with two beds, one for guests and one for us, and a working kitchen and trust the Lord for the timing regarding purchasing furniture for the sitting room and a kitchen table (we have a borrowed plastic table). As nothing appears simple or easy to do here, the result of that is, our contentment with what we have and our patience is continuing to develop deeply. Furniture must be made here or hauled from Kampala, which is very expensive as many are afraid to come up here. So we desire to move slowly and make sure the Lord is leading what we fill our home with, and not just fill it in ways that seem familiar to us.

Please continue to pray for us in every way, spiritually, physically and emotionally.  We recently read this quote from Jim Elliot and even at our age find this truth to be more clearly necessary for us to embrace and understand than at any time in our lives: “One does not surrender his life in an instant.  That which is lifelong can only be surrendered in a lifetime.”  We request you all pray that we would not only never cease in surrendering our lives, but that we would increase in this act of worship for the rest of the time we walk this earth.

As the time approaches to celebrate, The only real Blessing-Jesus Christ- born to die-that we might have eternal life, may we truly grasp in our inner person the reality of the truth of eternity and what truly matters in this life.  God is passionate about peoples’ souls and where they spend eternity—either with Him or apart from Him forever.  May we beat with the heart of our Heavenly Father: Matthew 6:21: Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will be as well.  Oh that our treasure would be to see souls saved from an eternity apart from their Creator.

As CHRISTmas approaches, we wish each of you a deeper receptivity of the gift of salvation Christ came to give.  May the peace given by Jesus, the peace that passes all understanding, fill your hearts and minds in ways that last eternally.

We love you and genuinely do pray for each of you.

With love in Christ,

Ingrid and Lyle

November 4, 2014

Hello All,

Lyle here...

Wow, how time has gone by. Can't believe we are in November already. It has been a month and a half since our last post. 

Have you ever had a time where life was so full you struggle to remember everything and in the end you feel like you have done little? But then, when you take the time to reflect you see God's hand so clearly involved in everything?  It seems to me these past six weeks or so have been exactly that. 

Peter, Daniel, & Thomas

In the last update Ingrid talked about Daniel and how he had come with his grandmother to our hotel on September 20th. Ingrid had treated wounds to the feet of the grandmother caused by rats nibbling on them at night while she was passed out from drinking. We believe she has leprosy, which is why she feels nothing in her feet and is missing so many toes. Daniel also had malaria, so we took both Daniel and his mother to the Moroto referral hospital. Daniel was to get his treatment and then go to Pastor Noah's and Bill Behrman's home for boys. This is the same home where Peter lives. Short story is he never showed up, so we were of course very concerned. We kept looking for him wherever we went and did not find him. This all leads us to Monday the 22 of September. What a day. First of all God answered our prayers for Daniel. He showed up alone outside our hotel, but with an extremely high fever and sicker from malaria then he had been two days earlier. He told me he was thirsty so I gave him some water, which he immediately vomited up. Ingrid and I took him to a local clinic where they were able to immediately begin treatment. His blood work showed he also had some sort of a general infection somewhere as his white blood cell count was elevated as well as the malaria. He was able to get hydrated through an IV, he received injections for his malaria for five days, as well as antibiotics through the IV for five days for an unknown infection. What a remarkable transformation. Today this young boy's countenance bears no resemblance to the boy we encountered so many times on the street. He is now enrolled in school, living with Pastor Noah, and is extremely healthy. The joy in his smile is unmistakable! He is not just surviving - he is thriving. His transformation is a miracle.  He delights in showing us his schoolwork. If you remember, Daniel was the street boy we were concerned about, whether he was regularly sniffing glue. He seemed slow and we wondered if he had damaged his brain. May I say this young boy is not slow in any way. He is integrating well with the other boys and is excelling in school. Thank you Lord for your faithfulness in Daniel's life!!! Please continue praying for Daniel. While he is thriving physically, our heart is that spiritually he thrives just as dramatically.

Rose and elderly man

Soon after we got Daniel settled (same day) we went to a manyatta where an elderly man with a dislocated hip lives. Ingrid's language teacher, Rose, had asked her to visit him to see if she could offer any insights as to how the man might be treated. As it turned out this man's injury was over two month old. We were able to pray with him before leaving. After consulting with a Doctor, Ingrid learned, that nothing could really be done. This man must now live with a permanently dislocated hip. Ingrid was also able to confirm with the Dr. that based on his complaints of where his pain was, he most probably also had a fracture. Even in the States, a surgery would be very challenging for a man his age, but here in Karamoja, impossible. 

While we were in the Manyatta there was a drunk man waving a ponga (machete) around. We were not quite sure what was going on, but we were already in the process of leaving. As we were driving away Rose began explaining to us that man with the ponga was the husband of one of the old man's daughters. His wife was in the process of hanging herself in her hut. He was basically saying, let her die. We were not quite sure we were hearing correctly and asked Rose, "You mean she is trying to commit suicide at this very moment?" Her response was, "Yes and nobody is willing to go into the hut to cut her down in case she is already dead." I immediately turned the car around and we quickly returned to the manyatta. We were relieved to discover that a young girl had gone into the hut and cut the woman down. The woman who had tried to kill herself was alive and as drunk as her husband. She was showing us the scars where her husband beats her and wounds where he has shot her with arrows. I asked Rose what would have happened if she had died. Would the Police have been called? She said, probably not. They simply would have disposed of her body. Nothing more. This is the unfortunate tragedy of so many. They live life with no hope and numb themselves with alcohol. The darkness and hopelessness in this manyatta is palatable. 

Listening to Proclaimer

We have been able to visit this manyatta several times since then. Ingrid was able to get a crutch for the elderly man along with tylenol. He is able, with assistance, to stand up and use the crutch and a walking stick to move around very painfully and slowly. Not an ideal solution, but all that can be done for now that we are aware of. On one of the visits we were able to share and talk about John chapter one with many from this manyatta. We had brought a proclaimer with us and were able to play John 1 in Ngakaramojong as many gathered and listened intently. Through the help of Ingrid's language teacher, Rose, we were able to talk about God's love for us and how His desire is be intimately involved in each of our lives and that He is not some distant and impersonal god, as their traditional god, akuj, is. We asked if we could come back and share in the future. We were told this would be fine. People all around this elderly man are eating, but they are not his family, so they will eat in front of him and not share. He is dependent on his two daughters for food and evidently they have very little. And since he does not contribute to getting food, he only gets some if there is enough after everyone else's needs are met. This is so far from how the west portrays cultures like this as idyllic with everyone carrying for each other and joining together in community. The heart of man is wicked. It is true everywhere in the world and on September 22nd it was so dramatically played out in front of us. Please pray for this old man. We have no idea what the long term solution is. Please pray for us as we continue relationships in this village. Pray that their hearts will be open to the Gospel of our Lord. That they will find hope and transformation in Him and through Him.

Discussing John 1

Our new Unit leaders, John & Krys Cassel, are back in Uganda and we were able to spend five wonderful days with them as they visited Moroto. What an encouragement they are. As we talked through much of what we have seen and are experiencing we were able to formulate a "Vision and Strategy Plan" (VSP). For those who are not aware, AIM has recently changed their framework for ministry. The old framework (Ingrid & I are part of it) allows ministry to take place in many different forms and contexts. The latitude given was the same whether the people group was reached or unreached. AIM's new framework has been redefined and the emphasis and priority will be to unreached people groups. With the definition given by Joshua project and IMB, the Karimojong are a reached people group, so all future AIM missionaries to the Karimojong, long or short term, will be limited to equipping church leaders. In our context this simply means we cannot just set up a ministry, such as community health evangelism, unless it is done in partnership with the indigenous church and is also equipping church leaders for ministry at the same time. If the Karamojong were to be considered unreached then the context of potential ministries is expanded. So for Ingrid and I, we are under the old framework, while anyone joining us will be under the new framework. Sound confusing? It did to us also, but as we worked through this with John and Krys we were encouraged that there is much ministry potential. The vastness of the needs around us with regard to equipping church leaders offers more opportunity for ministry then we can meet, if the churches are willing. If we were to consider ministry in all of Karamoja, there would be no way we could even scratch the surface. We had received some good advise from the man in charge of all development for Northern Uganda, Dr. Robert. He told us that Karamoja makes up 10% of all of Uganda and trying to cover the whole area is not prudent. He recommended we pick a sub-county or a district. We were able to pray about this and discuss it with John and Krys. So for now we will be focusing on Moroto district. We talked about placing a team adjacent to a manyatta. That team, working with the indigenous church would be working with and equipping leaders. The team's duration would be three years, then they would move on. The team's main role would be living examples of what a transformed life looks like. They would be encouraging church leaders to remove their cultural lenses they currently view life through and replace it with the lens of God's word, just as westerners need to do the same. This means that the team would need to be willing to challenge themselves in the same way. As team leaders, Ingrid and I would be responsible for the initial team and any subsequent teams. We have written up a draft VSP and sent it to John and Krys. I'm sure it will be a work in progress, still requiring other levels of approval, but we are excited that our Lord is leading us to the most relevant way to share Him with others and to see transformed hearts and lives. Please pray for us, as well as John and Krys, as this process takes place. Once approved, the VSP will be circulated and we will then be able to write up individual job descriptions. Our Lord knows who he is calling to join His work in Moroto district. So please pray also for those who are even now being called. 

Shalome

Not all things this month have been so "heavy." We were in Kotido, a town about 2.5 hours north of us for a few days. We drove our landlord, his wife, and his daughter, so they could share their needs with their home church. It was a wonderful and relaxing time. We were able to spend a little time with the north Karamoja Bishop as well as one of the Reverend's. At church we could really sense the service was about worship, not religion. On a side note, the reason our landlord, Israel, was travel with his family, was to raise money for his daughter, Shalom, who has leukemia. It is being recommended she receive a bone marrow transplant and he is looking for those who might be led to assist. The cost of a transplant is prohibitive for him and he cannot do this alone. Here is a link to a fund raising website, that also gives the background to what is going on. Please take the time to listen and pray. If led, please help. http://www.gofundme.com/fxxd78

We were able to spend a week in Kampala the end of October. It was a great time seeing those we don't normally get to see. We went saying it was a vacation, but it was really a working vacation. I also got a tooth fixed that I had broken when we first arrived in States our last visit. Dental care in Kampala is good and significantly less expensive then the U.S., which is why we waited. 

This coming Friday will be the first day I will be at the prison. I will have 1/2 hour to share a short message with the guards and work to develop more regular times to meet. I am looking forward to this opportunity. I still need to set times with the police. Please pray that I hear the Lord and faithfully communicate what He is saying. Also, that doors will open with the police. 

On a more personal level we continue to struggle with being seen only as dollar bill signs. If I could draw a comic of how we feel, it would be of two dollar bill signs walking down the street. One named Lyle and the other Ingrid. The people would be pointing at the dollar bill signs yelling "muzungu, muzungu (name for white person). This is how we feel we are so often identified. Not who we are, but how we can be used. The begging is constant. This is not an unusual feeling. Many have to struggle through this. We know our Lord will use these feeling and experiences to grow us more and more into His image. So please pray for us that we follow Him, grow more and more like Him through this, and resist the temptation to harden our hearts or become angry. 

As I look back, what I've written about only covers part of what has been going on. We are blessed and God is active. We praise Him and give Him the glory.

Something very poignant to close with. It is a short quote given to us on a card by some friends in the States, the McNeals; "Let your weakness be a door to My presence. Whenever you feel inadequate, remember, I am your ever present help." No more encouraging or truer words can be spoken as we look back over these last six weeks. It is in our weaknesses that we are made strong. But, we have a choice. Do we allow those weaknesses to draw us into the presence of our Lord, or do we try to struggle through on our own. May our weaknesses be a door to His presence. May He be glorified as He grows us more and more into the image of His Son, our Lord.

Love,

Lyle and Ingrid

September 20, 2014

Greetings once again to you from Moroto, Uganda!!  Ingrid here…

We are back settled into our room with all our belongings. Lyle says that we are living in a storage space but we hope that we can joyfully live each day for our Lord no matter where we are living.

We had what seemed like a whirlwind trip to the States as we hopped from daughter to daughter from the East coast of Florida to the West Coast of Washington.  We are very grateful for this unexpected gift of getting time with all those we love much sooner than we had prepared for when we said good-bye to everyone last year.  It was wonderful to worship with the parts of the body that we know as family and to be so loved and encouraged.  I have to say that I really needed this time. 

Presenting at Redmond Assembly of God w/Pastor Robroy

This time away from Moroto was helpful to me to get a sense of what my struggles have been in Karamoja.  I realized after returning to Uganda, while still in the central region of the country, that I was struggling with returning to living in the pain of watching a people group day in and day out struggle and try to survive as best they know how, while rejecting the attempts of help that both the spiritual community and the humanitarian community attempt to offer.  Through this realization a new facet of Romans 8:17 was revealed to me.  It says: “…and since we are His children, we are His heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory.  But if we are to share His glory, we must also share His suffering.”  I have prayed that I would share in Christ’s suffering and have always thought of this as physical suffering, but what suffering in His heart must Jesus have felt when He gave up the privilege of heaven to come down here and walk this sod with the people He created, who refused the only way of life that doesn’t destroy the soul as well as the body.

Lyle & Ps. Noah near Lokerete

In understanding this truth, the Holy Spirit comforted my heart.  I have the honor and privilege to witness, to pray for, and to shine the Love of Christ into the people here and I praise the living God for this.  We have been here 5 days and I was given a profound opportunity to live this, instead of running inside and curling up and pretending that the reality here isn’t real.  I hope that makes sense. 

We have a street boy we are trying to place in school, and he hadn’t shown up when we had agreed to meet.  We found out that he had been very ill with malaria.  He showed up today with his very frail grandmother and we met her and waited for our friend Pastor Noah to come and interpret and advise us on how to proceed.  As we waited, with little Daniel between his grandmother, and me, he nudged me and moved his head down to the ground.  As I followed his movements, my eyes fell on his grandmother’s feet.  Her right foot was missing the little toe completely, and the 4^th toe was bloody and about half gone.  I knew that Daniel wanted me to treat her foot, as I have treated his tropical ulcers many times since arriving.  I believe, and Pastor Noah agrees that it probably is leprosy.  The grandmother says that when she gets drunk and falls unconscious the rats eat her toes.  The other foot looks like this one in missing toes, but not bloody.  So I gloved up and cleaned up her wounds and after talking about Daniel and getting some history on him, we gave her and little Daniel a ride to the outpatient hospital, for both of them to get treatment as Daniel was running a high fever as well.  We bought them books to have medical notes written in, as they cannot go without these. 

Children at Daniel's village

The grandmother gave her permission for Daniel to move into Pastor Noah’s home, as he lives on the street, as she cannot provide for him.  His mother is around with a new husband and baby; Daniel’s dad is in prison for murder. Daniel doesn’t live with the mother, but we decided with Pastor Noah to visit her anyway and see if she was willing to have him leave the environment of this slum and move into a stable home.  When we got to the village, and found the place the mother is staying, about 20 very small children, desiring to shake hands with us, greeted us.  They wanted to touch my newly washed hair with their very dirty hands J.  As we were led back to the opening where the mother was, my heart was deeply moved by how much our Lord Jesus loves each one of these children, smiling and wanting attention from Lyle and me.  As Pastor Noah spoke with the mother, I kept feeling tugs on my hair as I got “petted.”  She also agreed for Daniel to go to the home.  We now have to get the approval of the Local Council for that area.

As we left, I told Daniel’s mama I would be praying for her, and my heart was so full of pain and I had to blink back the tears of how these people so precious to God live. 

Please, Please pray for us and for the Karimojong people. I am reading a book and it said something I really felt touched by, that we as praying Christ followers can expect the hardest places to have the most amazing results.  Prayer is truly the weapon needed here to change hearts and transform minds. Only God can do this and He has called us to join with Him in loving and transforming and setting free people who feel there is no hope, eternally or now.  Prayer takes the spiritual battle out of our hands and puts it into God’s hands, and when we in holiness of the truth of what Jesus has done for us, bend the knees in prayer, God’s will is done on earth as it is in heaven.

Peaceful spot outside of Moroto

This is really what is on my heart, thank you for joining us in serving the Lord here in Karamoja.  Many have asked about our living accommodations and they are still in process.  The newest date we have been given to move into our home is October 15^th.   So we are determining to live each day surrendered to the Lord’s will and let Him chose our move in date.  May He be greatly honored through each part of each day of our lives.

Love, 

Ingrid and Lyle