Three Days in Rwanda

The past three days in Rwanda have been full. Steven has taken us to see his ministries and I have often wondered how he does it all? We have had some adventures and moments of hilarity. The first day as we were leaving the soccer game, the car that Steven hired got stuck in a ditch and the boys of the village had a great time helping to push it out. Then he coasted about a mile before he got it jumpstarted (he had to do that each time we started out!) We told Stephen that we thought public buses would suit us just fine (and they have!)

The past two days have been much more painful. Steven took us to the genocide memorial yesterday and today we went to a Catholic church where 10,000 people were killed and now the bones are kept. The clothes have been left on the pews and the bullet holes are still in the ceiling. Blood still stains the altar cloth. At the memorial, there were videos of survivors, pictures of the victims and the whole story was well documented. We have wept and prayed and asked God how this could be. I confess that I'm relieved that this part of our journey is over. I wish it could be so for the people of Rwanda for there is much healing still to be done.

Last night we enjoyed the company of Philbert, Fidel and EnFrancine who are part of an organization called REACH. They do reconciliation work with the people in the villages. Their hope and joy in the work that they're doing, was a balm for the sorrow of the day. We hope to see them again before we leave for home.

Tomorrow we leave for Burundi and wonder what God has in store for us there. Leigh and I seem to get along easily - I'm grateful for her experience and loving attitude with all whom she encounters. I'm enjoying this time together. Blessings on all of you - we continue to feel and appreciate your prayers. Murakowze (thank you)!