Isn’t Kampala Traffic Jam Damaging us deeper than we think?
In Uganda, you grow up used to “Traffic jam”, like we call it. Clock Tower phone grabbers, evening naps as the conductor “forgets” you, and
In Uganda, you grow up used to “Traffic jam”, like we call it. Clock Tower phone grabbers, evening naps as the conductor “forgets” you, and
For more than a decade, I have always lived with a tension resulting from trying to reconcile what I read in God’s word and what I see in God’s world.
This platform is an aggregation of reflections resulting from that discord.
By God’s grace, until the sweat lies cold on my brow, I hope to enter his glory satisfied that his word was not only the lamp to my feet, but a lamp to others’ feet too.
Others like you.
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