Month: March 2025

Trying to do too much. Well, there’s three sports cliches to get you started. If you haven’t figured out by the headlines, things did not go as expected in Uganda. I have seen what happened today in Uganda happen a thousand times at baseball games. A hitter comes to the plate, the moment is bigger than he is used to. And he takes a huge home-run hack. Problem is, he’s not a power hitter. Oh, he’s a good hitter. He hits singles and doubles, gets runners in and scores lots of runs for...

Looking at my future. I watched the old pastor with his Bible so close it almost touched his nose. He hobbled in on a hand carved African cane. As soon as he took his seat he retrieved his Bible and notebook from the small sling pouch he carried over his shoulder. We were 45 minutes from starting, but he was ready. I thought I heard a voice say, “I wonder….will you peer in so deeply when you are so old and frail?” I promptly reminded the Holy Spirit that I was the keynote preacher...

Throw-back Tuesday The upgrade I’m talking about is the new road to the Training Center on Mount Elgon. It is the upgrade to my faith that came yesterday. The road to Mount Elgon has been my “thorn in the flesh” for over 20 years now. I dare not calculate the hours I have spent winching out of the mud or being pulled up the mountain by a local farmer’s tractor. I have prayed, and prayed, and prayed, and planned, and connived, and tried to figure out how in the world we could get the...

Throw-back Tuesday I woke in Nairobi to a cool, gentle rain. It would have been a perfect day to open the patio doors, pull the covers back up and do one final battle with the last bits of jet lag. But, today is a travel day. A short flight up to Eldoret and then the dreaded Kenyan roads from Eldoret to Kitale. It is only 78 kilometers, but the trip will take at least two hours. An inexperienced driver will destroy the vehicle’s suspension and finish off the few functional discs that...

Faith fans the flame of imagination. O.K. I might as well come clean with you. I spent the day in a slum in Kenya hanging out with three gorgeous young “runway models.” They wanted to play make believe. I said, I am your guy. I told them that when my grandkids came to visit, we had a playroom upstairs that was filled with costumes and props. The bonus room above my garage has been a restaurant, a train station, a race car pit at Daytona. Transformed by a few props and a lot of...

The power of a testimony. The service this morning in Tasia (Nairobi, Kenya) was hijacked. Not by the woman giving her testimony. But, by God. As Pastor Harrison called the lady forward to share her story I was a little bit anxious. I was a youth pastor for a long time. I’ve seen some wild stuff happen when you hand a microphone to an untrained, regular old church member. And, as my Kenyan brothers put it: time was not on our side. Services often get long in Kenya. And, I’m always up...

Dialogue or monologue? I had some fun with my translator today. Pastor Kennedy (Mathare Schooloverseer) is a top shelf translator. But, he couldn’t find the Swahili word forSelah. I let him flounder a bit until I got the crowd involved in trying to helphim translate the un-translatable. Selah doesn’t translate. It is a musicalterm in Psalms. It is instruction to the musician, worshipper, or in today’ssermon the one praying to…pause and listen. The safari of my soul The pace of life...