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2016 November

How a simple skipping rope changed lives

2016-12-14T14:19:18+00:00November 12th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , |0 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Saturday, November 12, 2016) KAMPALA, UGANDA ✦ It started with a skipping rope, a plain green skipping rope, the kind you’d find at any dollar store. It was a simple investment. You’d be forgiven for opting to instead spend the money on your morning double-double.

2014 October

Learning to be a kid again

2014-10-22T18:45:27+00:00October 14th, 2014|Categories: Christian Week, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , , , |0 Comments

KAMPALA, UGANDA✦It’s the children who in the end will be given the keys to the Kingdom. This is what Jesus said on the matter. Be a kid again. The way up is down. If you want even half a shot at eternal life, as if it were somehow possible, go and grow young.

2013 June

A place called ‘Baby Cottage’

2014-02-19T09:51:10+00:00June 14th, 2013|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , |0 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Friday May 31, 2013) JINJA, UGANDA ✦ It’s Monday and we’re on the road early, dressed up, driving the 90 minutes down a dangerous road, the road that we won’t drive at night anymore because we fear it may kill us. We arrive at the court in Jinja, a relaxed beach-town on Lake Victoria, to finally be told ‘Yes. Yes, everything is in order and the court is satisfied, and Hannah will never have any family outside of yours, the family she clearly belongs in.’ Hannah is the Ugandan girl who’s been in our home for almost four years now. We just need the final stamp of court approval to make her adoption official.

2013 April

Mourning in Uganda with a change of clothes

2015-01-13T19:06:46+00:00April 15th, 2013|Categories: New Vision, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |0 Comments

(The New Vision Online - Monday, April 15, 2013) JINJA, UGANDA ✦ It's Monday morning and I sit in a Jinja café wearing a bright tie, blue shirt, navy blazer and brown pants, but I’m wishing I could start the day over and wear black from my neck to my feet, everything as black as the black in Uganda’s flag. This, as I read the latest news report of Black Monday, the growing citizens campaign pointing out what we already know, that Ugandans need to mourn, to grieve, to be saddened for their deepening losses, losses from thefts of public funds that are key to the wellbeing of this nation.

2012 December

Once, there was a poor, young girl …

2018-07-22T21:03:18+00:00December 15th, 2012|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |1 Comment

KAMPALA, UGANDA ✦ Once there was a little Ugandan girl who loved school. The girl, who had been an orphan when she was younger, loved learning new things and making new friends and pretty well everything about it, especially the stories. Maybe she loved school all the more because of her years as an orphan, which started in a hospital in Mbarara, in western Uganda, where she was left abandoned when she was barely larger than a cat. There she was given all she ever owned, her name, Hannah.

2012 December

Say ‘Yes’ to inspiring others

2013-02-14T08:08:22+00:00December 1st, 2012|Categories: Christian Week, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |0 Comments

We know little about them, these grandparents—if they came to babysit on Friday nights or if they maybe played checkers with the curly-haired, laughing boy while he grew in wisdom and stature.