Everybody, Always

Adrian, and Karl is retiring from the attorney general’s office after
twenty years of navigating his faith in love.
I haven’t been invited back to the White House, but that’s okay.
Walter still meets people at the airport with his smile. I still get a
dozen calls a week from jails and have plenty of prison socks if you need
a pair.
I still carry my bucket around when I need to, which is most of the
time. I haven’t been to another crop drop, but next time I go, I’m filling
my bucket with crocodiles and letting a couple loose in the room to see
how fast our church can get up on the tables.
We’re still meeting with witch doctors and enrolling them in our
schools. The daughter of the head of the witch doctors enrolled in our
high school. Parent-teacher conferences just got a lot more interesting.
Oh, and the fingerprints on the cover of this book? I got the witch doctors
in our school in Gulu together and most of the fingerprints are theirs.
One of the girls in our safe house in Uganda just started law school.
She’s our fourth Love Does student who is on the path to becoming a
lawyer. They don’t want to practice law; they want to do justice. There’s
a big difference between the two.
Kabi got sick and died unexpectedly. I’m kind of hoping we’re not
roommates when I get to heaven. Either way, because he found his way to
the feet of Jesus, I expect to be spending a lot of time with him—but I
still don’t get it.
I keep asking Charlie where he wants to go, and thankfully he hasn’t
said Mount Kilimanjaro again. We did get some news I’m still trying to
get my head around. He went in for an X-ray recently, and from what they
discovered, it turns out there’s a good chance he’ll be able to be a father
someday. I don’t get that either— and neither do any of the surgeons who
operated on him. He will be getting another restorative operation soon.
It’s nuts.
One thing has remained the same. Every time I wonder who I should
love and for how long I should love them, God continues to whisper to