Friday, February 28, 2014

A year in Uganda

My wife has become an amazing blogger over the last year. I, on the other hand, have not. My sister emailed me and let me know how much of a blog slacker I have been over the last few months, so this is a good occasion to break the slacker streak. 

We have been here for one year. Kayla did a list of things she has learned and realized. I am going to copy her. 

Here goes:

Where do I start? Everything has been turned on its head. 
I love America, and especially I love Wyoming. 
I also am quite fond of Uganda
but I am not fond of Kampala. 
Cultural differences are ingrained deeper than I could have imagined or been prepared for
But people are people, made in God's image, broken by sin and shame
Goat and pig organs taste good, cow organs do NOT
I have changed a great deal
Grieving loss is a gift
My daughter is an African American, wow
I have learned, and have much to learn, about community from Ugandan people.  
Ugandan men, when given the chance, are hard working
I miss my friends a lot 
Having family visit has been a huge blessing
The Bible is not relative to culture, but living in another culture, I have understood more of what it says
Uganda knows pork, pork joints are the best places to eat in this country
Long greetings annoy me
I am used to long greetings
Koyzaio, Yoga, Gyebale, Mlembe; four greetings in four languages used in Mbale
The ingenuity of these people is both astounding and terrifying 
a "panga" is a machete, it is not uncommon to see children carrying them down the street
a "timba" is piece of wood used for building
Living in an international community is a rare privilege
There are countless dialects of English in the world. 
Marriage is cultural
Sunday worship is cultural
A lesson I learn over and over is I have a lot to learn
I am known by the neighbor hood as a mzungu-the white person
I have realized I have a knack for learning language
My son Micah is in his element here
Micah gets nervous in large crowds of white people
Circumcision is a serious topic in Mbale and I have been asked multiple times if I have been, very seriously.
Driving here is like a game of Mario Kart
I now negotiate for prices at the supermarket (grocery store)
Negotiating prices is a way to build friendship in this culture
I do not miss most American food
I will eat street food any time, especially grilled pork
Mbale's main cash crop is coffee, big perk
Most Ugandan's like Obama because he is "African" and do not believe it when I tell them he is for gay marriage and abortion
I no longer notice the perpetual smell of burning trash
I am looking forward to our visit to Wyoming this summer.
Thank God we have not gotten malaria
Africa time, annoying and awesome. When someone says " I am coming" it means I will see them in 4 hours or more. If they say " I am on the way coming" I will see them in 20 minutes to 3 hours. Being late is not a crime here. 


This list should be to be continued. Thanks for reading. Kayla's list is better. 




Sunday, December 1, 2013

Happy December

Kayla has become my inspiration for blogging as she is always coming up with great posts. I am particularly happy about the photo blogging, and the post called "a million things." Here is my hybrid of the two.

Culture
Daily, I find myself confounded by culture. Introductions here take a long time, explaining things takes a long time, and I find myself bending to comply with this saying :Tugende mpola atukawala; together we go slowly and reach far.

It is strange to hear myself begin to speak a different dialect of English, and even using certain Luganda terms at home with my family.

Challenge
Some days I get really tired for no apparent reason. Another missionary and I were talking and that feeling of exhaustion can be a result of something as simple as going to the market for an hour.

I have been particularly challenged about what the bible has to say on "going to church". In a given culture, church services follow the norms and social constructs of that culture. Being removed from that normal culture quickly brings to light a lot of questions about what a church is, and why it is important. This is something I am learning to thank God for each week. One thing is for sure, that Jesus did not come for the righteous, but sinners. Coming together to worship the God who so loved the world that He gave his only Son that whoever believes in him shall not die but have ever lasting life with other redeemed sinner who deserve hell is a profound experience, even when I cannot understand the order of things.

Photos
Here are some recent photos. 

Beam construction

Dad and Micah

My favorites

Men grateful to receive Bibles in their language

Micah having fun


Happy December 1st!

For the King,

Matthew H


Sunday, October 13, 2013

More from Kamonkoli


Truckload of bricks delivered to the site
We live in Mbale! 99km from Iganga


Micah and Dad on site, enjoying the sunshine and the open space together.

John, one of the masons on site. Skilled and hard working, John is father two four children and husband to one wife. 

Lunch is served.

Moving bricks for masonry walls...one at a time.


Soon, this building will serve the children around this area with a quality, Christ focused education. For now, these men come ready to work hard, and are hearing the good news that Jesus has paid for their sins on the cross, and through his resurrection He gives eternal life and forgiveness to those who trust in His name. To God be the Glory!

Matthew H


Friday, September 27, 2013

Images from Kamonkoli Part 1

We are on time to begin construction! Praise God. Last week I headed to the site to supervise some power poles being built. Micah got to come along which made the trip more fun of course.

The electrician wears spikes attached to his boot, and climbs up the pole to attache the wire. No harness.


Micah is enthralled with this cow. He jumped out of my arms and walked through tall grass and bushes to get close

Enjoying being on site with dad!

Almost finished!
More exciting news and pictures as the project begins next week.

Matthew H

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Mbale, Uganda

I am happy to now be calling Mbale, a city in eastern Uganda, home. There's Wanale (Wah-Nah-Lay) Hill, the forested butte that sits towering over the city, that brings me back to being raised with mountains. The main round-about, a sea of red dirt and crumbling asphalt, has about ten small potholes within the four major potholes where the street enters the intersection. The Mzungu (white people) population totals something like 50-60 which makes going around town like being a float in a parade. And everywhere the eye can see is filled with lush, green land. 
The population of muslims in Mbale is significantly higher than Kampala. We are thankful that the Lord has placed us in such a place where we can share good news with people who are continually taught that paradise is for perfect, righteous people. Proclaiming that the Son of God came to Earth for the sinner, and to save him by grace through faith in his perfect life, death and resurrection, is foolishness, not only to a muslim, but to all who are perishing. But it is such good news and a joy to proclaim!



Thanks for all who email us, pray for us, and follow our posts and updates. We miss you and are grateful for your encouragement. We are excited to continue sharing with you all.


Cheers,

Matthew H

Friday, July 19, 2013

Jesus is alive

Easter is not for another ten months, but Jesus has risen from the dead, He is resurrected, ALIVE. 

1 Corinthians 15:1-4

Now I would remind you brothers of the gospel I preached to you, which you received, in which you stand, and by which you are being saved, if you hold fast to the word I preached to you--unless you believed in vain. For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received: that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures, that He was buried, that He was raised again on the third day, in accordance with the scriptures...

Thousands of years of writings, prophecy, wars, sacrifices, wanderings, all point to this man Jesus' life lived perfectly who was killed for claiming to be God incarnate, and resurrected to bring eternal life to many people throughout history. If this is not true, Christianity is futile (1 Cor. 15:13). People who trust Christ sell the farm and everything else based on his resurrection. What's more, people die merely for identifying themselves with Jesus. 

Lord, help us all to continually return to the reality that there is no guilt in life, no fear in death. Help us to cling to the reality that death has no sting and hell has no power for us who have been saved by your blood. Help us to resolve to know nothing except Christ and him crucified.  
Amen. 


Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Hornes are now 4

Last blog was dated May 17, 2013. It seems like a year ago when I reflect on all that has come to pass since then. It has been quite a spell since I have had a minute to sit and write a post. Well, maybe I have had time but wanted to wait until life came back to "normal".

As I hope you have noticed, we are now a family of four! Julia Grace was born at Nakasero Hospital in Kampala, Uganda at 14:37, 3 June, 2013 (2:37, June 3, 2013). No, she cannot be president, and honestly I have no idea if she is a dual citizen or not, but I have heard that will be the case until she turns 18. I have a lot of Ugandan government buildings to visit before I can even get her real birth certificate.

Kayla's blog, www.homemadeimperfection.blogspot.com has the full story with picture of the hospital. After having her mom and sister with us for almost a month, and a wonderful week long visit with friends from Chicago, we are at home together, preparing to arrange for our next move to Mbale in Eastern Uganda. We are grateful for a few more months with our eMi family before we depart.

More later, thanks for keeping up.

For our King,

Matthew H