Personally I (Terrill) have struggled in relating to our neighbors. Our home compound is big and equipped enough that I could easily spend all my time within our fences. Even when I spend only most of my time inside, the majority of people I see have come to get some thing or some favor from us. Dredging up some old feelings from my years in Tanzania, this situation of being sought in order to be exploited gives me a bad attitude at times. (Amber does a much better job at graciously dealing with our frequent guests.) Recently I decided that as a part of my language-learning efforts, I would try to get out more, get out in the nitty-gritty, dirty, sweaty, raw, and real world of the Karamojong. Not only to be in the environment that gave rise to their language originally, but to meet the people on their turf, to come to them in need of something (i.e. patience, instruction, hospitality). This has been eye-opening on a number of levels, but most importantly, God is giving me new eyes to see our neighbors, not as unwanted callers at our home, but as fellow humans struggling to find health and happiness in an often cruel world. And they in turn have revealed to me a side I don’t often see at our homestead, a side that acknowledges my profound neediness, which in so doing, returns to me my humanity.