REJOICING IN THE GOOD MAN’S DEATH By Winnie Babirye
The Man on the cross was always in our living room; right in my line of vision. Winnie: Who is that man? Taata: Jesus Christ (Yezu Kristo) Winnie: What is He doing on…
The Crown of Thorns on the King’s Brow By Cecilia Mukasa
I was pulled out of my natural habitat. The little beauty that I carried, the little red flowers, were all stripped away. Then I was grabbed roughly and ripped off the bush by a soldier’s hands and twisted with breaking…
BLOOD FOR LIFE By Catherine Price
This Easter I knelt beside my mother’s bed and sorrowfully listened to her bless me as she bade me farewell. She was convinced she would not live to see another day. She spoke so woefully, it was surreal. We had…