By Mommy Emily It’s night when we finally arrive at the camps, the cicadas singing and the whites of the stars blinking brighter than they ever seem to at home. The quiet darkness is quite the contrast to the five-hour-long bus ride we took from Kampala to Gulu,... By Mommy Emily I wasn’t prepared for South Sudan. I’d gone there once before in 2019, and crossing the Ugandan border had been simple. That time I’d visited the refugee camps of Adjumani in northern Uganda to pray with Pastor Santos, a South Sudanese man who lived... HOW IT ALL BEGAN But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” ~ 1 Corinthians 2:9 Seven years ago, this month, I took my first plane ride to Uganda. Seven... [column width=”1/1″ last=”true” title=”” title_type=”single” animation=”none” implicit=”true”] By Mommy Emily ‘The glory of this present house will be greater than the glory of the former... by Mommy Emily It all happened one evening as the apple blossoms were beginning to flower and the cicadas, to hum. I sat, wondering how to make this Harvestime theological training accessible to pastors in the remotest of villages who had no printers, who sometimes... In the video below, Pastor Santos of South Sudan speaks from the heart about division in both the world, and in the church. Please, would you take time to both watch, and to pray? Thank you brothers and sisters.