Christmas in Gulu
Cam Karama Maber! Merry Christmas to you!
Christmas in Gulu is definitely a far cry from Christmas in the Northwest. Here’s some photos that resemble our typical Christmas festivities at home.
Hauling in our Christmas tree…behind HEALS with our Christmas tree…yes, it was chopped down with the machete that is dangerously close to Autumn’s face.

Haley decorating the tree in a halter top…the star is handmade of fabric by one of our HEALS kids, Kennedy.

Autumn and Atito trimming the tree…
Our zebra Christmas stockings!

These photos document the Christmas things that we are accustomed to (apart from decorating in tank tops). Really, around Gulu though, it doesn’t feel like Christmas. Apart from the intensity of the sun and lack of any hope for the white Christmas we always dream of, there are no Christmas trees, only a few lights and no one is asking anyone what they want for Christmas. Everyone we talk to is excited for Christmas, but what they look forward to is merely the hope of being with their families.
The world’s desperation for a Savior seems especially acute to us this year. The darkness of lost hope needs to be permeated by the Light that entered the world on the first Christmas. During Christmas’ past, we attempt to stay focused on that purpose for this season. This year though, it is the only thing we are able to focus on and we have to be intentional to remember to turn on Christmas music and recall the things we typically love about Christmas. Yesterday, we were making crafts for the kids’ Christmas party and “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” came on and Haley burst into tears. The words feel like salt in our wounds; our hearts don’t feel light, we miss our family, we miss wearing sweaters, miss seeing our breath in the crisp air. We keep having to remind ourselves that Christ’s birth was not heralded by trees dressed up for Christmas, twinkling lights or mugs of steaming apple cider. We still miss those things though.
Merry Christmas!!! Cam Karama Maber!!!!

We love you!
Haley and Autumn
Christmas in Gulu is definitely a far cry from Christmas in the Northwest. Here’s some photos that resemble our typical Christmas festivities at home.
Hauling in our Christmas tree…behind HEALS with our Christmas tree…yes, it was chopped down with the machete that is dangerously close to Autumn’s face.

Haley decorating the tree in a halter top…the star is handmade of fabric by one of our HEALS kids, Kennedy.

Autumn and Atito trimming the tree…
Our zebra Christmas stockings!

These photos document the Christmas things that we are accustomed to (apart from decorating in tank tops). Really, around Gulu though, it doesn’t feel like Christmas. Apart from the intensity of the sun and lack of any hope for the white Christmas we always dream of, there are no Christmas trees, only a few lights and no one is asking anyone what they want for Christmas. Everyone we talk to is excited for Christmas, but what they look forward to is merely the hope of being with their families.
The world’s desperation for a Savior seems especially acute to us this year. The darkness of lost hope needs to be permeated by the Light that entered the world on the first Christmas. During Christmas’ past, we attempt to stay focused on that purpose for this season. This year though, it is the only thing we are able to focus on and we have to be intentional to remember to turn on Christmas music and recall the things we typically love about Christmas. Yesterday, we were making crafts for the kids’ Christmas party and “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” came on and Haley burst into tears. The words feel like salt in our wounds; our hearts don’t feel light, we miss our family, we miss wearing sweaters, miss seeing our breath in the crisp air. We keep having to remind ourselves that Christ’s birth was not heralded by trees dressed up for Christmas, twinkling lights or mugs of steaming apple cider. We still miss those things though.
Merry Christmas!!! Cam Karama Maber!!!!

We love you!
Haley and Autumn

