Fathering Rich Kids
I have very wealthy kids. Let me clarify: they each have a room with a bed, heat in the winter, air conditioning in the summer, enough food to eat to sustain life, clean water from the tap, schools to attend,…
I have very wealthy kids. Let me clarify: they each have a room with a bed, heat in the winter, air conditioning in the summer, enough food to eat to sustain life, clean water from the tap, schools to attend,…
As soon as the snow from our final spring blizzard melted and temperatures consistently rose above freezing, the unofficial, but very real, competition for best-kept-yard in the neighborhood began. To compete, neighbors engage in various beautification processes that may include…
When I first felt called to be a missionary in Kenya I wondered if I could truly impact the lives of those around me. After all, I wasn’t a gifted speaker or a theology major. I was just a guy who was eager and…
Nothing is going on here. That’s the perception eating at many people when they think about or see charity work in Uganda. As a native Ugandan, I can say that in some cases, sadly, charities are not doing the development…
Jen Dotzert, from our partner church in Indiana, recently joined us on a trip to Uganda. She shares about her experiences here… I remember traveling to Uganda for the first time, just shy of two years ago. I was with…
As we approach Mother’s Day this weekend, we are celebrating mothers around the world. From Africa to South America, we honor the women who give their lives to loving their children, protecting and praying for them…working tirelessly to care and…
Rolling down the cereal aisle at my local grocery store, I had a kid in the cart, one riding on the side and another browsing the shelves trying to convince me to buy chocolate puffs. As I stepped back to…
All the kids in my little Sunday School class sat around the table with a $1 bill in their hands. In the center of the table I had a variety of food items—bread, a bottle of water, a can of…
If I had been a student in Kenya, I would’ve been a dropout, I thought. It was so stiflingly hot in the crowded Grade 8 classroom. This wasn’t a patronizing thought giving a nod to students in developing nations who…
There is a large, unidentifiable animal carcass floating downstream towards me. I watch it as I walk along the flimsy-feeling metal pedestrian bridge that crosses the river in this slum outside of Nairobi. The carcass is being carried along in…