Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Language file I: Preparation



Our first two months in Africa have been diverse to say the least. I am amazed to see the odd and unexpected things that fill my day. God has been good to give us the opportunity to serve him here in Uganda for a time. One of my primary roles on the Echelon team is that of a language coach. With my spattering of linguistic education I have begun the task of developing and writing the Echelon field manual for language learning. This is a big job an will take a considerable amount of time.
            Next week we start learning the Karimojong language. Our in-country team, at the present time, consists of four adults and three children. I will be facilitating the language learning of both the adults and children during this initial phase of language learning. In addition to our in-country team, we have two couples that are presently in the States and will be joining us in Africa in ten months.  Thus far, the work has been interesting. I began with some basic language documentation with the help of the Karimojong people. We started with recording a few of the songs that the Karimojong had written and finished with useful phrases (this material can be found on our website). These lessons are available to anyone who might have an interest in the Karimojong language. 
            As this language project develops, I will be posting parts of it along the way for all those who might be interested in the process of language learning from an Echelon perspective. 

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Kaabong, Uganda, 29 Jan 2012


                                       Week-One In a New Land

We have been in the North for only a few days and I feel as if I will never get over the beauty my eyes have seen in Karamoja. I am now setting on the roof of our house. The bearded moon looks like the crooked smile of a Cheshire cat. I look all around me and nothing is the same. My home in Tennessee, ten thousand miles from here, has no Karamoja equivalent. Behind me, the boulders stand as high as our roof, but on climbing to top of these boulders, I see the puniness of my little pile of rocks. As I look all around, I realize the savanna where I now find myself is boxed in on three sides by shear rock ridges, over ten thousands feet.
 I thought Africa would be hot. Here it is 55 to 80 degrees year round. I thought it would be noisy, but the only human voice I hear is the singing from the village, five hundred yards away. I thought the bugs would be bad, but here in Karamoja the bugs do little more than sing the same song I have heard so many times while walking on the farm in Tennessee.
I am overwhelmed by the peace that surrounds me. It is hard to image this place as the setting of so many wars, cattle raids, killing, and droughts. I have found a new peace in here. A peace that comes not from the serenity that surrounds me, nature can be deceiving, but from my God, the One who brought me here. What is it that You have brought me here to do? Am I ready? Will I be strong enough? God help me to trust in You for all of this. It is You who brought here, it is You who will keep me.