It’s hard work. I’m 43, overweight and knackered ALL the time. But the blood from callused hands, the sweat from my pathetic attempts to out-graft men half my age and the tears of joy, amazement and gratitude that come into my eyes but…
There is, as the saying goes, no rest for the wicked. And as you probably know……..before my life-changing encounter with the brilliant Jesus I was wicked. So, now that Becky and John have started their return journey to the UK it’s back to single-handed mzungu…
‘Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.’ Saint Therese It is just madness here. But good madness. Today I………….. ….got confirmation that the operation we paid for on 2 year-old Alpha’s testicular hernia was successful and…
Alpha is two years old. A month ago his mother and father noticed a swelling around his scrotum. They are poor. They hoped it would go away because they can’t afford medical care. It hasn’t. In fact it has got much, much bigger…..I have decided not…
God knows what He’s doing. I guess at what He’s up to and why He’s up to it and, sometimes, I get it right. But not always. Regular readers of this blog will know of Zebron, a young man from Kampala that we helped to…
‘Thank You.’ Not words I often hear. Not words I often want to. And totally unexpected. ‘Jonee, Jonee. Thank you for building the hospital for us’ – this from a boy of about 13 years old as Becky Verallo, John Fodor and I travelled to…
There will only be one blog posted this week. I’m on my honeymoon. A honeymoon that consists of trying to recuperate after the stress of an African wedding, building a hospital in the Ugandan hills and ‘hotel-sitting’ for a friend. And battling man-flu. I’m such…
For those few of you old enough to remember…….’Intermission’ was the break in between films at the cinema when you got your Kia-Ora and your sweets. The last few days have been manic – wedding preparations, consultations for a CP chair for little Michelle, preparing…