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Showing posts with label KACHEP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label KACHEP. Show all posts

Saturday, April 12, 2014

high winds take KACHEP's roof

The KACHEP office recently lost part of its roof in Karamoja’s high winds.



The story and foundation go back several years, 2009– I was back visiting Uganda while doing a post-doc at Ghent University, Belgium. The trip was funded by the Pan-African Organic Conference where I presented a paper; I took advantage of the moment to visit the KACHEP team. As I was awaiting disc replacement surgery on my bike-accidented neck back in Belgium I was unable to travel up the rough roads to Karamoja. I put a plea out to the Jinja missionary community that Tom and I had been a part of since our marriage in 2004 up to when (08) we had to leave Uganda: no work permit (because the Baptists dumped us), no team mates to join in Kaabong (Reeds, Jr elected to leave ministry) and our giving had plummeted. 

Kingfisher stepped forward and invited KACHEP and me to meet there, cost-free as long as we bought meals. It was wonderful and beautiful to be back in Uganda, on the banks of Lake Victoria just where the Nile begins and the site of our Christian garden wedding where half of each our families gathered, as well as my friends from Karamoja and Tom’s from Jinja.

One Sunday, I attended prayers at Calvary Chapel Jinja and God opened the doors wide open for us to return to Uganda. There I re-met their worship leader, Ryan McCabe who had recently visited Karamoja and fell in love with the place and people – he asked if he could join our team. With him, we would have a team and be able to start CPM in Karamoja, with our eyes and hearts on Kaabong. Moments later, Pastor Jesse and Bev Rich told me that their approach to missions had recently been expanded to CPM and they were interested to expand into Karamoja (Noah, one of KACHEP’s early evangelist just finished their bible school).  When we had approached them and others following the surprise of the Baptist’s ‘policy change’, no organization was willing to partner with us as CVM missionaries in Karamoja. Now another door opened, we could get a work permit thru Calvary Chapel and legally return to Uganda! All we needed was to have prayer and financial partnerss –with a clear plan, that made sharing our vision easy. Which we did, at our church, Vineyard Ganda in Belgium and then through out 20 states in America where we reconnected with long term friends, family, schools and churches.

Our plan was for KKAB (Karamoja, Kaabong and Beyond) to start in southern Karamoja under KACHEP where we would learn language, test out community development and evangelism techniques and learn how to build –a year of  ‘ropes course’ with to grow as a team with Tom at the helm. After a year, or so, we had hoped to be done with phase one and then move up to more remote Kaboong.

KACHEP has deep relationships throughout Pian, Bokora and Matheniko tribal areas of Karamoja –a notoriously distrusting and violent area of East Africa, home of the last nomadic peoples in Uganda, largely unreached area composed of 11 different tribes.  The center of their life is their cattle, they believe that God gave them all the cattle in the world and they will do anything to get more. Having amassed AK-47s from Idi Amin’s retreating army in 1979, made these common forays increasingly bloody. As one of the founding KACHEP board member, they welcomed with open arms and helped us (especially Tom and Ryan who, although both had lived long in East Africa, had always been in cities on Mazungu compounds). Our American approaches are very different than those of Karamoja, where the elder system is quite strong and is juxtaposed with a government that is based more closely to the pomp and circumstance of yesteryear Britain.

All KACHEP board members are not only Christians, but well connected, Karamojong leaders, ranging from district officials, community members, 2 pastors, and a lawyer. KACHEP’s manager has bachelors and masters degrees and is from the Jinja area –where most people both disdain and fear the Karamojong. Making much less than he could elsewhere – and where lives are taken everyday, Mukisa is the rare Ugandan missionary to Karamoja. He helped us sift thru the delicate balance of one our key concerns  -‘when helping hurts’, and how to interact appropriately with the marginalized people struggling in the communities; the politics of the two existing churches and the out –of-touch government officials in the towns, all while striving to honor God, His creation and the common person. It wasn’t easy, and we tried to make less mistakes than others, and at least not the mistakes that we ourselves had done, or that we had seen or read other missionaries do over the years before.

My previous 10 years in Karamoja, living among the Pian, Bokora, Matheniko and Tepes, helped me transition rather easily back into what I consider home, but that was a bit more difficult for expatriates new to the area, culture and harsh surroundings. Being linked to KACHEP helped the neighboring community have an idea who we were and what we wanted to do –or at least it gave district officials, army, pastoralists, business people, pastoralists, shepherds, women, elders, rebels a ‘box’ to put us in –we were connected to KACHEP. The group that helps them when famine hits, when fires take their homes, when floods ruin their crops; the group that treats their animals and prevents debilitating disease, gives clothes, that helps their children go to school, teaches them how to approach government officials when insecurity and fear escalates. KACHEP, the local organization that first brought in solar to the area, that gathers healers and farmers to share their best practices so that all can have healthier livestock and families, the group that has planted thousands of trees and taught them about Creator God, the group that has given them a voice and honored their culture.

We planned to have a give and take relationship, of course with cultural differences there were struggles, but we felt, at least since we were practicing in the south with a group that we had mutual trust and respect with, we relied upon them to point out our mistakes –almost unheard of in cross cultural work.  Language and building were our 2 big activities, with this focus, we were blessed to be near the Wrights of OPC –Martha with a PhD in linguistics and Bob with vast knowledge of building and mechanics, as well as a muzungu fellowship portal – with the largest number of white people in one place in all of Karamoja –about 5 families, including a doctor.

Our plan was to learn how to build from Bob, while making it an exercise in team building, secondarily, it gave the locals a chance to see that white people can work, and sweat. We built all by hand and it took a long, long time. It tested our emotions, our team and our bodies. Others came to join in the labor, Miriam arrived, also from Jinja, for short term and soon joined KKAB fulltime. At the same time other Pioneers prospects arrived, to test themselves and the team to see if they might leave their homes and join us in Karamoja; this included Michelle, Esther Lu and Summer. During this time, Ryan left, but shortly after, Summer decided to join KKAB. Shortly after she arrived, Simon & Carina (vet) came for a short-term vision trip. This happened while I was in the midst of serious health issues, our marriage was on the rocks and Miriam was forced to transition off KKAB team, all while another short termer Melissa (vet-student) came for 8 months. Even through the chaos of Tom and I leaving for a month of medical and marriage treatment, the Simon & Carina decided to leave Germany and join KKAB full time. I praise Him for His provision, how the Holy Spirit works (even when “I’m” not there, even when Tom is not guiding) –God is and was in control –even when it doesn’t turn out like we’d like it. I digress –but, it has been so long since I’ve written, and now, as I break the silence –there is so much to share….

Back to the roof and the stone house –the first stones were laid by the initial KKAB team –Tom, Ryan and myself, Bob’s right hand man, Thomas guided us. Miraiam joined us as she was seeking change from Jinja and was there to its completion. Others laid stone during their visits –Michelle, Esther Lu and Summer, Summer returned in time to turn the stone houses and compound over to KACHEP, honoring the original plan an intentions of the team she joined, but seemingly had abandoned her to continue with KKAB’s long term vision. The stone structures had become home to her, and a symbol to all that KACHEP is strong, not even bullets can pierce the thick stone walls. Most community structures use mud, others may use local hand made bricks, but with KACHEP’s stone construction, but the wind could and did whip so hard to pull the grass back. Even fire and rain could disturb its construction. But we wanted to blend old and new, to use local materials and not use square mazungu construction or rectangular tin roofs. We wanted to honor our Maker and honor the culture. Various supporters visited and placed some stones, Paul and Ron (Paul later came to help me depart Karamoja last year –and he birthed Uttermost Ministries that has taken over CVM’s role to KACHEP). Dirk came from our church in Belgium to help Tom put up the gate. Bob joined us to dig a borehole for KACHEP a few meters from the first stones buildings –up til then we would walk a mile to carry jerry cans of water back to the compound for cooking and showering, waiting in lines with our neighbors –again giving local people an idea who we were –white people who work, walk and sweat, not like the NGO’s they see in their fancy Landcruisers with the windows rolled up wearing bullet proof vests, a flag flapping off the antenna. We were with KACHEP, we were different –somehow more like them and less like the UN.


Pray for KACHEP, that the Lord would continue to surround them, that He would equip them to continue with their vision.
Pray for Summer, Simon and Carina (known at PIKT) as they continue partnering with KACHEP
Pray for the board as they meet in a few hours in Moroto, Saturday 12 June.
Pray that my healing would continue, one step at a time…
Finally pray for provision for KACHEP to secure their roof, they will rebuild it with new grass this fall –if you are urged to donate, go to www.KACHEP.org or contact Uttermost Ministry if you’d like to join in the labor


Serving the God that controls the wind and the sea, He is our strong foundation!
Nakaala Jean

Friday, July 26, 2013

New Website KACHEP

Check this out!!!

Karamoja Christian Ethno Veterinary Program is a Ugandan NGO, based in Nabilatuk, Karamoja, Uganda, founded by Dr. Jean Grade's ethnovet staff in 2004.
KACHEP Partners with Uttermost Ministries, a ministry of Our Fathers House Christian Community Church in Chili, Wisconsin, USA.
Helping Ugandans help Ugandans.

here

Thursday, July 25, 2013

the KACHEP VIDEO is out

Published on Jul 24, 2013
See the various ministries within KACHEP: Karamoja Christian Ethnoveterinary Program.
This local Ugandan run NGO is really making a different in the lives of the people in Karamoja. Famine is gripping this region at this very moment, so please consider partnering with them to save lives.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Joshua

Please pray for Joshua, he had a motorcycle accident 2 days ago, injured his arm leg and abdominal

Sunday, June 30, 2013

small update jean

hallo,
soon Uttermost Ministries will be sending out a prayer letter for Karamoja - that is for KACHEP - if you have been getting one from CVM, you should be on the list. If you do NOT want to get it -let Uttermost know.

meanwhile -i'm getting ready for another family gathering. pray for me as i integrate not only with usa, but with family and all those things that i don't normally struggle with and all those this i don't get to enjoy - overwhelming in both arenas

jean

Kachep now on facebook

america is lush green, back 2 weeks now and still getting used to long days

Facebook is up -no -not me!
but KACHEP is -check it out... i suppose you that are on FB know how.

https://www.facebook.com/kachep2013

jean

Monday, June 3, 2013

Uttermost ministries

Uttermost Ministries is the Ugandan missions arm of Our Father's House Christian Community Church led by Paul Elmhorst.  God has yoked Our Father's House to Uganda through two main avenues.  First is KACHEP, a Ugandan NGO founded by missionary veterinarian, Dr. Jean Grade. Second is our sister church Grace Fellowship, located in the slums of Kampala, Uganda's capital city.

more here

Saturday, June 1, 2013

update for Jean

Hi everyone!
Dawn Wolf, Uttermost Ministries at the keyboard typing an update for Jean who still isn't 100% after yesterday's bout of "YIKES she is really sick!!!"  As she's reading her own tests and trying to diagnose herself at the clinic yesterday, had a brand new appreciation for this warrior!  Jean is such a trooper!  So much to tell after my first voyage to Karamoja to help the transit back to the States for my dear sister in Jesus.  Didn't realize when I signed up that we would possibly be physically carrying this weary wore torn veteran back to the States.
Karamoja is a truly beautiful land filled with beautiful people.  I see why Jean's heart was captured.  Kachep is an amazing organization!!!  Please throw your support behind it.  They are light in a dry thirsty land with endless need.  Testimony after testimony by the local population will be coming your way via multimedia.  Keep your eyes open for a near future Kachep website, Facebook page... twitter?  If you want instant info you can go to Our Father's House Christian Community Church's website.
www.ofhwi.com-- click ministry tab --uttermost ministries is the spot for information.
Uttermost ministries will also be sending out email updates so feel free to sign up at
uttermostmin@yahoo.com

Extremely excited about the future of Kachep!!!  Pray! Any questions just email uttermostmin@yahoo.com.  Will take us a few days to settle back in.

Pray for Jean's health. tested positive for brucella yesterday, has been suffering with pustules on hand ever since tough calf delivery in village.
pray for all the unfinished business. Jean had so many stops before we reached Kampala, but is now laying in bed sick unable to function.
Pray for preparation for and  safety while traveling!  Heading into this season of much traveling!!!
Pray.  Then pray oh yeah then pray some more. Why? (Ugandans are so interesting.  while talking they will ask a question for you to repeat or answer) because the Bible says pray without ceasing.

Pray for Uttermost ministries as we transition into the role CVM had for the past years.  Pray that the June transition will not be so much as a hiccup for KACHEP's funding and support.

blessings
Dawn Wolf
Uttermost Ministries

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Prayer letter KACHEP

Greetings in the name of the Lord.

Thanks go to the Lord who has made us to go through the old year and begin a good new year 2013

Let me share how the KACHEP Ethnovet products have changed the lives of the rural women. KACHEP is producing Neem products, and one of them is the Neem oil. This multipurpose tree was planted by early missionaries, and we have planted thousands of trees in various villages. Hand production of neem oil by hand is time intensive. Women gather, sort and dry seeds which they crush to make Neem oil. The seeds are collected from the ground, sorted, outer flesh removed, seed pit split, pulled apart and ground using special local stones. The oil is then squeezed and packaged. More than five women are involved in this activity gathering twice a week at KACHEP office. The Neem leader Anna Lojalu has grandchildren who were attacked by scabies all over their skin, giving them painful, itchy and contagious wounds. However she never had money to take them to the nearest health center.

Anna Lojalu informed Joshua on how scabies had attacked her family, and Joshua advised her to use Neem oil which she was making.  Anna Lojalu used this oil for three weeks, and it helped to transform the skins of her grandchildren in the Manyattas. Now, many other women who saw how well Neem oil worked are coming to office all the time looking for oil. Anna has now embarked seriously to produce Neem oil and tell other people about its healing properties.  This has become her means of livelihood. She sells it and gets money to buy food and pay school fees for some of her grandchildren. She is now training more women on producing the Neem oil and most community members have liked the project.

We thank our friends who have been supporting this project so much. May the Lord bless you!

Prayer requests
  • Sustainable funding of the Neem project
  • God’s provision for the staff after June (as CVM support ends), and a smooth transition to Uttermost Ministries (see below)
  • We thank you all for the support
  • Pray for Chairman Loumo John who just survived a car accident in Moroto
God bless you,
Mukisa

A note from Jean Grade:  Christian Veterinary Mission is phasing out its support of KACHEP at the end of June.  For this reason, I (Jean) am pleased to introduce Uttermost Ministries who has stepped forward to cover KACHEP funding channels. Uttermost Ministries is part of my home church (Our Father’s House, 501(c) 3) in Chili, WI.  Paul Elmhorst, its founder, has visited KACHEP twice.

What does this mean?  You can still support KACHEP financially for tax donations.  Uttermost Ministries will help to send out regular prayer letter updates and hold the team financially and spiritually accountable. This is a key to sustainability and for me to become less as others become more. I have been convicted lately that I am just a table server.  Some water, others plant –I want to be mindful to step back and let the Lord work. He’s in the kitchen, planning the menu, seasoning it all –I have been blessed to be His table server. Thanks for joining us in the meal.

To set up your support; or any questions you may have –contact Paul and Mary Elmhorst at pmelmhorst@tds.net  or (715) 937-4004

I’ll be in Uganda by Easter and had hoped in June to return stateside with Mukisa and Mr Loumo, unfortunately, the US Embassy denied their visas. This frustrated them and us who had worked so hard to ‘make it happen’. Immediately, I feared what might evolve/dissolve if they wouldn’t come to the states to meet Uttermost Ministries team and set up working terms, to meet supporters, develop grant writing skill from someone other than me… thankfully, Uttermost Ministries is committed to KACHEP, won’t you join them, too?
Now, I am just trying to step back, cease striving and let God be God (and other members in the body). I have peace in letting go, trusting the Lord whom we serve to complete the work He has started.

Waiting for the banquet,
Jean
 
  • Looking for a video grapher join me in May to make a video of KACHEP’s work. Interested?
  • Pray for wisdom

Anna Lojalu –front, next to Jean. Behind her is Nalem Rose, another KACHEP field worker, who was tragically killed a couple of months ago when a gang of warriors starting shooting in her village after wounding KACHEP's guard

 

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

News from Jean!

i think the word has gone out - the . KACHEP management team (Mukisa and Loumo) were denied their visas.

so - this not only bummed me out, but got me spinning... i didn't realise how calming it was for me to imagine leaving Uganda in june with them, how much easier the transition to america seemed IF they were by my side -wow, its really going to be hard to say 'so long, for now, uganda' without them...

not only that, but to have a tangible way to visit supporters in the stats and encourage them to continue supporting uganda thru KACHEP.

now, it even makes me wonder how sustainable the project will be.... as for that mystery -i put that out of my hands and into His (and a bit of yours....)

so - my sister-in-law, Maria had suggested  a few months ago that i  should put together a short video of them and the work, even tho (at that time) we thought they were coming.

then, my buddy at Ross University, JQ - brought up the same idea...after the denial - let them be seen, even if they can't physically be seen in Europe and America

my Pastor, Ron Johnson has been praying thru it too - and this is what i would love to happen in Uganda next month when i am there.

but i need help!
my shoulders are not large enough to do it... can you come to Uganda and help?
do you know someone who can?

of course, you/they would have to be self funded -but it would be a huge blessing to them -and you would LOVE being in karamoja

i would suggest 2 weeks, the end of May and then we would travel back together in June - help me leave -so to speak.

the ideal person would also be able to bring ideas to the team on fundraising -ie how to write a grant proposal.

the ideal person could also help be part of a team retreat to give them encouragement and refreshment.

you don't have to have all these gifts & talents.
but the ability to carry a camera, develop a story and edit.
altho -those that i've talked with, like my IT nephew, say that the real editing would be down stateside by a more knowledgeable person...

so -i'm putting this out there -help
jean

PS -Summer and the Grubers, whom have continued with the church planting movement work that we were a part of may be also interested in your video expertise -they are currently remote in Kaabong. i'll meet with them in April

Monday, February 25, 2013

please pray

please pray for success for the KACHEP management team, Mukisa and John Loumo, as they attempt to get US visa in Kampala this Tuesday at 8am -which means late monday for those in USA -and morning time for those in EU

i will be back in Uganda just in time for Easter and then plan to return with these two friends the first week of June -traveling to visit you between june -july, they will head back the first week of august and i'll start working in wisco after they depart

pray that their visas would go thru
pray that we would raise the support for their plane tickets
pray that my time in Uganda would go well - letting go, letting others increase as i decrease, putting positive closure on the work that i've been able to be a part of for the last 15 years, hugging and being hugged, walking in the light and climbing a few mountains
pray that i continue to feel His peace as I transition from living in uganda to living in america and visiting uganda

jean

Sunday, February 17, 2013

B is for Beyond

the name KKAB was coined by one of its original members, Ryan McCabe back in 2010. it was kind of a play with Acts1:8 and Buzz Lightyear. 'Beyond' is where each of us in the original team are:Ryan is in Kitgum, Tom is in Texas, I am in Wi, and will visit 3 more states and 2 more countries before I return to Uganda the 31 March.
It has been a difficult year -but, even thru the extremes, His hand is evident. Thanks for your prayers and patience.
Pray for Summer and the Grubers as they are in Lotim in an intensive training until April.
Pray for me as I prepare to 'visit' what has been home for the last 15 years. Its sinking in -I'll transition to living in America and visiting Karamoja...
Pray for success in securing US visas for the KACHEP management team, manager Mukisa and chairman Loumo. We desire that they would join me on a 'final' fundraising tour and meet faithful supporters who wish to continue lifting up Karamoja as I take my leave. its time to become less as others become more.

its time to move beyond
in His timing,
Jean

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Prayer Letter Summer




December 2012

Merry Christmas!

I hope this is a season filled with great joy and peace.

Seven women gathered under the big tree near the KACHEP office. They were called from several different villages around Nabilatuk, specially chosen by the community leaders. These are women whose lives have been marked with difficulty; women whose hearts have experienced sadness, women who have toiled to provide for their families. These women have been deemed ‘vulnerable’, most of them are widowed, all of them are in poverty. In a culture that revolves around animals, these women have none. And so they have been chosen to participate in a goats project. The goats project is sponsored through donors in the States and facilitated by KACHEP. We hope that through participation in this program these women will have a tangible reminder that God loves them, that God is providing for them, that God is with them.

The program is set up as a ‘revolving loan’. The women receive a baby she-goat along with training, vaccinations and on-going care/support. The women are expected to take responsibility of the goat and care for it appropriately. When the goat begins to produce, the first female kid is to be given back to the program. The program then gives the baby goat to another woman in need, thus the program continues to bless the community. After the first female kid is returned to the program, the woman can use all ensuing offspring as she deems best. Many of the women use the goat milk to help feed their children, or they sell the male offspring to pay for school fees. In this way there are many long-term benefits for the recipients of the goat project. This is currently our third round of goat distributions.

As with all of our animal health projects, we incorporate Bible teaching into the program. As I prayed about what story to teach, I thought about the Christmas story. I reread the passage in Luke 2 with renewed interest. This story is one of shepherds. Simple people, whose lives revolved around their livestock, people who lived off the land and who would probably have a lot in common with the Karamojong.

The shepherds were watching their fields at night. I can imagine the Karamojong shepherds in the
kraals at night. Their make-shift grass huts open to the night sounds. Bows and arrows readily at hand
in case any raiders or wild animals came crouching in the dark. Mosquitoes buzzing in ears and flies
tickling the nose. Smelly. They would be smelly, the sweat of the day mixed with dust and piles of sheep, goat and cow manure- but the smells would be familiar to them, comforting even. Smoke would curl through the air; flames bright against the penetrating darkness surrounding them… for the first time I can truly picture it, these shepherds watching their flocks by night. Away from the modern conveniences of the American life, I can see what it means to be a shepherd. I can appreciate the difficulties of it. I can understand it in new ways.

Shepherds are the caretakers of God’s creation. Shepherds are near to Gods heart. Smelly and dirty though they are, God looks at them and calls them his own. And so it was that God first revealed Himself to the lowly shepherds of Bethlehem. With the brilliance of the heavenly hosts, God exalted His name among the shepherds. They go running to see the Christ-child, the long-awaited Messiah. I love that God met the shepherds where they were at, in their fields, then He took them to the familiar surroundings of a manger and then He transformed their lives. When they saw Jesus, they could not remain the same. They could not return unchanged to their fields. They were now worshippers of Jesus, they were now witnesses of Jesus, they were now filled with the joy and the peace of the message of the Messiah. They returned to their fields, but they would never be able to return to life without Jesus. Their lives were now conduits for the glory and praise of the Lord.

I look at the seven women sitting before me and think that for the first time these women will become shepherds. They will receive a goat and take on the responsibility of caring for God’s creation. But I pray that as they hear this story they will be more than just shepherds of goats. I pray that they will meet Jesus and be transformed by His presence in their lives. I share this story with the women and proclaim the Good News of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. What greater gift could I give them? I pray that as they go about their lives- as they fetch water, look after their households, care for their goats, that God will meet them at each of those places. I pray that God will reveal to them the glory of the heavenly hosts and that they will choose to seek Jesus, just as those shepherds of old did. I pray that their hearts will be full with the joy and peace that comes through meeting Jesus.

The following day, the KACHEP team, Melissa and I went to the village of Ngakobokobe. There we met with twenty four elders of three villages. We conducted a training on keeping healthy animals. I once again shared the story of the shepherds meeting Jesus. Once again I could envision the shepherds of old, the ones first entrusted with the message of Jesus. They were shepherds, but they were also people of influence. When they shared about Jesus, people listened to them, they were amazed by the message that they shared. These Karamojong elders were also shepherds. In fact one cannot be an elder without having been a shepherd, without having animals to shepherd. The community would only listen to the shepherds, the warriors who fought to protect and care for their animals. It is not a light responsibility to be a shepherd. Once again I think about the role of spreading the message of Jesus to others. God knew that the shepherds were the perfect ones to be entrusted with this message. So my heart prays that these elders will become bearers of God’s message. I pray that as they build their capacity for caring for their animals, they will also build their understanding of who Jesus is. I pray that as they hear the message of Jesus they will begin to share it with others. I pray that they will use the influence that God has given them for the glory and praise of God’s name.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with the vast needs around me. Needs that reflect both physical and spiritual elements of the Karamojong. But I am reminded today that the most pivotal event in all history- the coming of the Messiah was shared with simplicity and spread through shepherds. I am in a land of shepherds. I am sharing the Good News of Jesus. I am praying that those who hear it will be quick to respond and joyful to share.

I also pray for you, that as you are reminded of the Good News of Jesus Christ this season, you will be filled with the peace and joy of that message. I pray that you would be empowered to share this message with others and that through you many more people will hear about Jesus. I pray that we would all be shepherds of God’s flocks.

Thinking of you this Christmas, with much joy and gratitude
Summer


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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Update Kachep

Per mail from Jean:
Just got this from Mukisa a few minutes ago in Karamoja

Just keep praying for us,the warriors have just come at office they
shoot at the watchman and the bullet went off truck.He ran away and
his let is now hut.


Guessing last line is 'his leg is hurt'

Per Facebook from Miriam:
For my english speaking friends: the KaCheP office got raided yesterday night. Shootings. Watchman survived luckily. One woman killed (not from our staff as far as I know)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Update Melissa

John Chapter 3

Tuesday 20th November 

Today we had our last village bible studies with 2 villages they call Okutoot and Napana. Okutoot have had a relationship with KACHEP for about 2 years now but with Napana we have only just started visiting and getting to know them since the beginning of October this year. One of their biggest struggles is the distance they are from a church. They are about 20 km give or take from the closest two towns which is quite a long way to walk every Sunday! So one day when they saw us driving from Okutoot and asked us what we were doing, they asked us if we could come lead a Bible study in their village so they could have church every week too. At the beginning of our time with them, we found that there was only three strong Christians in Napana, but the majority of the people had no idea what Jesus was all about, especially the men. After the first couple of weeks as we told Bible stories, the men sadly stopped coming. A large group of women, teenagers and children kept coming however.

We took them through what is called chronological Bible storying, telling Bible stories from Creation and the Fall in Genesis, to the birth of Jesus and the gospel message of life through faith in Jesus' death and resurrection. This spans most of the Bible, leaving them with a good understanding of what Christians believe and the Good news that we are not, nor were we ever, alone here. 

So this week, our last week, I told the story of a man called Nicodemus and his interaction with Jesus, back around 30 AD, found in John Chapter 3. By God's grace, after the story and some discussion about the story and talking through what being a Christian means, 20 plus people gave their lives to Christ today. I was so grateful for Joshua, our translator and his heart for evangelism and wanting his people to understand the truth of Jesus. He translated, but interactively, making sure everyone understood what we were saying to them.













In this story it talks of 'the Kingdom of God' which is another way of saying Heaven, the place where we will be with God and where there is only his love. All sorrow and pain are wiped away. According to the Son of God, there is only one way to enter this kingdom, to be 'born again', through believing in Him and what He has done for the whole world on the cross. To Nicodemus, this was as confusing as it is to the next person when they hear such a concept for the first time. "How can we be born again? Can we jump back into our Mother's womb?" Nicodemus asks. Jesus means that to be his followers, there has to be a life change, we cannot keep living the way we are naturally inclined to and we cannot worship the things we did before. It has to be like we are literally starting over, hence the 'born again'. Anyone can say they will follow Jesus yet continue to live their life as if they don't. In 2 Corinthians 5:17 it says, "If anyone belongs to Christ, there is a new creation. The old things have gone; everything is made new." We are to turn our back on things like selfishness, greed & anger, and strive for those of love, kindness, generosity, etc. For the human race, you and I, this is easier said than done, and it takes a daily commitment and re-commitment as we live our lives, born again as new creations.

Mercy triumphs over judgement = "If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He (Jesus Christ) is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his Word is not in us. I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father - Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only ours but also for the sins of the whole world."         1 John 1:8-2:1-2

The people of Napana decided to make this informed choice today after meeting with them for 7 weeks now. They were told that it is a relationship, not an obligatory religion and something to fall out of because it is too hard. It is grace. We will do wrong things, Jesus knows that, that is why He, and not us,  had to pay the price for our sins, and he forgives us when we truly want to change.

Pray for them that they would continue on this narrow road of salvation, confessing where they stumble, rejoicing in the knowledge that they are forgiven, submitting their actions and decisions to Christ and trusting in him for everything.

Praise God for his awesomeness!!!!!!!
Melissa

Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Day in Karamoja




Twenty minutes before the sun raises its tenacious head above the horizon a rooster warns the world of its coming. A new day is breaking forth, the rhythms of life set in motion once again. Each new day is slightly mysterious, yet cushioned by the daily tasks that must be accomplished, keeping a tedious balance between the mundane and chaotic. As the sun climbs slowly into the morning sky, the village wakes up around us. Women begin making fires for morning porridge, shepherd boys begin singing to their cows, waking them up and preparing them for the day’s journey to graze. Girls giggle as they get dressed, sweep the compounds and begin to walk to the nearest bore hole to gather water. Soon the air is filled with chatter and squeaking as women pump water from over-used bore holes. Andrea, the guard, slashes grass on the compound; his blade grazes the ground as he attempts to keep snakes and other pesky critters away. A multitude of birds sing through the air, happily chaotic in their celebration of the new day.

By the time the sun reaches through the window in my round rock house many of the villagers have been up for an hour or so before me. I have been listening to the slow awakening around me, but without electricity to brighten the house my motivation to wake up earlier is limited. I went to bed with the light of a flashlight, I would rather wake with the natural light of the sun.

I love the ease with which I can get ready for the day here- pull on a skirt, slather on some sunscreen, add some beads if I’m really feeling fancy and out the door I go. I haven’t looked at myself in a mirror for over a week- freedom. The opinions of others is already confused by the color of my skin, so what does it matter if I hold to the western standard of beauty?

The first order of the day is to make a charcoal fire. We splinter eucalyptus wood into small pieces and burry it in the middle of the sigari (charcoal burner). Once it flares to life, we build a charcoal wall around it heating as many pieces as possible. The smell of smoke is seared into my clothing and hair as I fan the fame to get it red-hot for cooking. If possible, I will keep the charcoal burning all morning. I will start by cooking porridge for breakfast, followed by boiling water for drinking, and then other baking projects (bread can take four hours on the coals). I enjoy experimenting with cooking projects and have found that you can cook a great deal with limited ingredients and no oven.

Personal devotions are enjoyed over a cup of morning coffee and porridge. This is one of the sweetest moments of the day, before the demands come, before language lessons start, before you have to do anything, you can just be. Be with the Lord. Rest in His life-giving words. Journaling prayers, intimate communication with the Savior of my soul. Dealing with heart issues, crying out to Him for direction, for wisdom, for grace. Precious moments with the Lord are never wasted.

I would love to linger there longer, but the day presses forward and so I must join it. Melissa and I pray together and go over the schedule for the day. The routines that give us daily structures are unique, unknown to the rest of the world, protected from the pushing and shoving of the western world, free from the clock that governs the schedules of others. We will clean the compound, do language lessons, help KACHEP with whatever they need (animal health, trainings, spraying events etc.), go out to the villages, share the Word of God through storying, cook food, and when the sun goes down we will entertain ourselves through book studies, conversations, worship, pod-casts or movies. It is simple. But it is consuming.

There are times when I wonder what I accomplished that day- I walked to the market. On the way I greeted the tailor, I spoke with Mama Sarah, stopped by the counselor’s house, shook hands with about fifty people, denied that same number of people the money that they begged from me, chatted with the store clerk, bought my kilo of sugar, my four tomatoes and five onions (all in different locations), amicably argued with the woman over charcoal prices, fought off two marriage proposals and came home. A trip to the market is not really about the kilo of sugar, the four tomatoes and the five onions. It is about community. It is about building relationships. It cannot be factored into a time-oriented society. It just is. And somehow, in the eternal perspective of the Lord, it has value.

If I get caught up in the events, the goals of life (i.e. the quantifiable accomplishments of organizations), I rush over the people, I miss the bigger scheme of community, of relationships, of participating in life with God’s beloved. I miss the joy that I see on their faces when I learn a new word and use it correctly, I miss knowing that the counselor is sick and needs prayer, I miss bringing a smile to the woman who sells tomatoes, I miss life in Karamoja. So I must change from being task-oriented to people-oriented. And in that change, I must remember that it is through these relationships that the kingdom of God can be known. It is through our love and the way that we live our lives that people first experience the presence of God. It is through these relationships that we have the platform to speak God’s truths. And we do need to speak them, because faith comes through hearing and hearing from the Word of God (Rom. 10). So in the schedule of the day, I must carve out time for people, for trips to the market that take an hour.

As evening gives way to night, I make another charcoal fire to cook dinner. The crickets and frogs join in the last chorus of the day and the sun rests once again beyond the horizon. Bright stars splash against the dark sky with awe-inspiring radiance. The village to the east starts a late celebration, dancing and singing with unity and power which echoes over the land. The village to the west sounds an alarm as raiders come in to steal their livestock. Gunshots can be heard as the army comes to intervene. Melissa and I hear these sounds from afar and pray for the villages. Pray that one day the sounds rising from the villages will be that of worship and praise, of celebration in the work that God will do in their lives.

Until that day comes we will continue to live here, faithfully asking God to fill our days with the works and the relationships that He wants us to have; submitting our schedules to God that He may be glorified in the smallest, most inconsequential act to the biggest, most exciting events. God is worthy of it all and He is always at work, even when we don’t see it.

Please pray that God will guide us with His love and wisdom, that we would have grace for each day that He gives us here. Pray that we would value each day and life it to the utmost for His glory and honor, and that each day we live in Karamoja the people would recognize the presence of God in our lives.

Much love,
Summer

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Melissa Graham 23/04/12 and 2/05/12

Ostentatious owners


23/04/12
I am a person who really doesn't like it when people are all up in my space. However, it seems that you cannot survive as a white vet in Karamoja if you stay with this attitude. Today a man came to our doors saying he had sick cattle that we needed to see, all he could tell us was one symptom for each of them. It was our day off, a day to ourselves when we don't treat animals, but this man would not take no for an answer, every time we'd say please come on Monday we can treat them then he would say, ‘ok I come at 4:30 this afternoon?’ Um… No. ‘5 o'clock then? Ok I'll come then’. No!
At 5pm he came and I went out to see that he had brought every cow he owns to us. I waited for them to get a hold of the sick animal (we have no cattle crush here so they just whistle and grab the horns) and then as I started the physical examination and tried to work out what was wrong with the bull, the owner wouldn't stop repeating the one symptom he knew. He could speak English, which is a rare thing, but he wasn't the best at it :) I somehow also suspected, as time went on, that he liked the sound of his own voice. It turned out that the one symptom he was repeating, the cow did not have, changing the diagnosis completely.
In addition to that, imagine trying to listen to lung sounds, the heart rate and rumination noise while you have three to five men talking loudly around you. However, as soon as I told them to be quiet, they were, which was good. I think somehow they knew that you don't want to upset the young, white, animal doctor girl with a rectal thermometer in her hand. Worst was still to come for me though as I told the owner the treatment, saying the bull needed an oral dewormer and then he replied "no you give vaccination for antibiotics".
Firstly, that sentence makes no sense as vaccination and antibiotics are two different things and secondly, the bull needs neither. I struggled to know how to tell him this though. Lesson of the day, how do you keep your cool and stay respectful when you are becoming frustrated to the core of your being?
Then, haha, as I ignored the men all around me trying to tell me what to do I gave it the treatment for intestinal worms, having to tell the boy holding the bull’s head "quap, quap, quap!!!", which means 'down', maybe I had become the one liking the sound of my own voice but I tried to explain to them that you cannot hold the animal's head to the sky when inserting medicine into the mouth as it may go into the lungs. It sounded better in my mind than when I tried to explain it to them. Language can really be a barrier here, as can owners, who do what this man did next.
We looked at the next poor cow that was sick and it had severely laboured breathing and a fever, looking like a form of pneumonia. So, as I am giving the treatment, injecting an antibiotic into the hindlimb muscles, the owner actually tried to take the syringe from me! Seriously! I was so shocked I am surprised I got all the medicine in. For the first time in my life I had to defend my position and tell an elder man to back away and let me do what I came here to. Miriam, who was watching, said she was impressed, she said, you know that's what you got to do around here, you gotta be tough, even when you don't feel like you are.
It was honestly a very stressful half hour to hour long treatment time, and the longer I was out there, the more people came to watch including a group of shepherd boys who unfortunately did not knowing the meaning of personal space, all trying to get a good look at what the thermometer says or 'where will she stick that needle' or 'ooh what is in that hoof there?' So... it turns out I need personal space. Who knew? ;)
 

My time to story: Sitting under a tree relaxing with some Karamojans


2/05/12
Wednesday the 2nd May was a great day. Miriam and I, with Joshua (a local guy and friend who has worked with KACHEP for most of its time, with animal work, agroforestry work and evangelism work, plus translates for us) and Olum (local animal health worker and traditional healer) drove down to Lolachat, where we would be doing the spraying that day. Summer had malaria (not a great part of this story) and so had to stay home, sick in bed :(
Usually each Wednesday spraying consists of three parts; tick-spraying cattle, sheep and goats, vet treatments and a Bible story at the end. With Summer not there she asked if I would like to tell the story. I jumped at the opportunity and I told the story of the Lost Son (Luke 15:11-32). I love this story for what it tells us of both God and humanity in the characters of the father and the sons. I feel it's applicable to all ears that may hear it because everyone rebels against God, whether they live in Aus or here in K'jong, just like the younger son in the story rebels against his father. Just like in the story, as soon as we ask for forgiveness and turn away from living life our own way, God forgives. He loves us so much, he is waiting for this, in fact! He wants us to come back into relationship with him just like the father in the story waited for his son to come home.
The people were very interactive with the story, in the usual Karamojong way and although I wish I could be telling the story in their language without needing a translator, I was also glad to have Joshua there. He often gets really excited about acting stories out and so when the part of the story came where the son returns home he got up and acted out the father looking out across the land and seeing the son and then racing out to greet him, ha ha he is really good value for that! Even as an older man he still gets youthfully excited when it comes to telling people about God.
I really loved sitting around with the people, sharing with them and then listening to their thoughts on it afterwards. It just feels so natural to sit under a tree here and talk about God together, I may look really different to them but somehow they accepted me, listened to the story and were even interested to know more. Afterwards the conversation took a really cool turn into explaining how it is that God can forgive us, like the father does in the story. How is it that God can forgive everyone's sins, every wrong thing done against him, and all we have to do is ask for our record of wrongs to be metaphorically wiped clean? What a great question and segue into talking about Jesus. The Karamojans understand the idea of sacrifice probably better than we do the first time we hear it because, in many ways the people here live like they are in the pages of the old testament. When wrong is done, a price must be paid, blood of an animal is shed, for justice, they “get” that, it's how life is here. Like us they may not understand how it could be that God could love us that much to send his son to take on the weight of such a sacrifice, all the sins of the world paid, once for all but they can believe. Jesus died that death so we don't have to.
Afterward we prayed to our powerful God for anything that was on their hearts. A lot of the people there had lost cattle to 'enemies' recently and this is a massive blow to them, their livelihoods, their sustainability and even their ability to provide for their families. I feel so sad for them I can't even put it into words. Some of them have people come and attack their villages and homes every week. I cannot imagine how that must feel for them; that insecurity and worry. But the crazy thing is when I talk to them about it they often repeat 'mam nache, iyey akutch' to me, 'God is there, we do not worry', the faith of those who believe out here is such an encouragement to me. It is true God is here, God is in every situation and God takes on our worries and troubles. I also asked Joshua to pray for Summer, who is really feeling horrible. Turns out malaria sucks. Thank God he has given the world an effective and relatively pain free treatment for it. If she had brucellosis (another common disease out here) she would have to have 5ml of antibiotic injected into her thigh muscle daily for 14 days! There's a silver lining for everything.
Later in the afternoon we returned home and got stuck into some language learning, it is fun to be able to say more and more to the people around you each week. You really take language for granted when you are back home and can speak to everyone easily.
Since writing the above, Summer has finished her malaria treatment and apart from stomach upsets and remaining fatigue (malaria destroys red blood cells= iron depletion= muscle weakness), she has recovered :) PTL
All my love, Mel.