MISSIONS 2024 MOTHER SHIP

  We’re no longer in Africa but Africa is still in us. I’ve been thinking about the Sahel this week. It’s where Sand Africa meets Grass Africa.   “We were showing “The Jesus Film” outdoors in a village. Just at the moment of Jesus’ crucifixion, a snake slithered through the crowd. There was chaos. The viewers literally ran out of …

                Holding the Rope in Prayer: Pray for DeDe’s tutoring. Pray for Curt as he writes As the Crow Flies. God’s guidance for our precious children and grandchildren.  Thanks for praying! Booted out of the Mall I have contracted with several places in Alexandria that have become my writing offices.  At the end …

  It’s true:  every picture does tell a story. It’s also a fact that a picture is worth a thousand words. These are the highlight images from our African sojourn. Enjoy. Dream. Pray. Clicking on an image will take you to the respective story that relates to the photo.    

I’m sure you’ve followed the recent furor over Zimbabwe’s Cecil the Lion/Dentist Killer story.  Here’s my take. Shooting Cecil   The headlights illuminated his silhouette. He was crouched in the edge of the tall grass. I’d been hunting for him all week. One of us was going down. I grabbed my double-barrel 12 gauge. It felt odd in my hands. …

The Week that Was It was more than ironic. I spent two days in the culinary capital of the United States: New Orleans. And I have no appetite for their wonderful seafood, soul food, po-boys, and beignets. We saw our doctor(s) at Tulane Medical.  They had “good news and bad news.” Good news: none of the tests show any conclusive …

  Scroll down for an update on today’s trip to Tulane Medical Clinic.  I was told this story by a South Sudanese. It’s a tale of optimism. The right story to share on the fourth birthday of the world’s newest country, South Sudan. During the worst years of the previous civil war, famine accompanied the violence and displacement. A mother, …

The voice spoke from the desert darkness, “Pick up stones and you will be happy and glad.”   There’s a mythical story concerning a trading caravan traveling through the Sahara Desert. After a long day, they camped in a wadi, a dry river bed. About midnight, the travelers were startled by a loud voice, “Pick up stones and you will …

  Sojourn:   a temporary stay.   Friday,  3 July    You’ve held the rope by praying! DeDe and I have been traveling since Tuesday night. Here’s a quick update: -We left Uganda at midnight on June 30. (Our time zone there is 8 + hours over CDT).  On the flights, my system held up pretty well.  I firmly believe …

A word from Curt This week is a time of adjustment.  Instead of trekking into South Sudan, we’re packing to go to the U.S.  It’s time to get rid of Smaug (that’s what I’m calling this dysenteric bug in my gut). I’m processing how I feel about all of this. With your permission, I’ll be sharing transparently this week about …

A serious prayer need. You can call me Lazarus. For the past six weeks, I’ve been up and down with a recurring intestinal bug. The doctors haven’t yet been able to diagnose what I have and it keeps coming back. I’m really struggling with this illness again. King Jehoshaphat, in a time of great trial, prayed,  “Lord, we do not …

  A word from Curt Many of you are praying and holding the rope for us. Thank you. My dysentery bug has left me.  I hope for good. Pray for our trip this weekend to South Sudan.   “Keep ‘er between the ditches.” -Parting words of my friend, Mr. Frank Miller.           We spend lots of …

When you pray, you’re holding the rope. When you pray for our work in Chadan region, you’re not only holding the rope but become part of what God is doing here. Put another way, when you pray you become part of our tribe of reaching the least reached. Thanks for being part of the Creekbank/Chadan tribe. Thanks for holding the …

A week in the life I’ll let these photos of the past week speak for themselves.   2                                   Ugandan school children.       We live astride the main road connecting the Indian Ocean at Mombasa, Kenya and the vast interior of Africa. …

  Clack . . . Clack . . . Clack. The rollercoaster slowly climbs the steep incline up the wooden carriage. I hear the boards below the rails strain and creak. I wonder when’s the last time they tightened the bolts and nuts. As always, I think,  “Why in the world did you choose to get on this thing?” There …