Pardon the Interruption

I've been home nearly a week and still have not posted all of the recaps from my trip as I had intended. I'm finding that this trip is the hardest to share about because in order to fully tell the story of my trip, I have to somehow give you a glimpse of what I learned about the genocide and the country of Rwanda. I could tell you how incredible it is that the country has pulled itself out of the pit and has become a strong force that will only get stronger. If you don't know the history of the genocide, though, the importance of where Rwanda is will be lost on you. It's really hard for me to tell Rwanda's story because, frankly, it's not mine-yet somehow I feel I have become responsible for sharing. And I'm not certain that I have even fully digested some of the images I saw and some of the information that I was presented with. It is some really heavy stuff. But there's a Brooke Fraser song, Albertine about her time in Rwanda and I cannot get it out of my head. She says:

Now that I have seen, I am responsible

Faith without deeds is dead

Now that I have held you in my own arms, I cannot let go...

And I am on a plane across a distant sea

But I carry you in me

And in the dust, the dust on my feet

Rwanda

I often joke that when I go on a missions trip I take my experiences and pack them up into small boxes in my mind only to unpack when I come home. That has certainly been the case with this trip. I will probably be unpacking for months. So do me a favor- read up on the genocide in Rwanda. Ask me questions. Learn why this country is so special. Because my short blog entries here don't even tell a fraction of this country's story-and it is one worth learning. Not only does it show just how strong the people of Rwanda are to rise above the horror of their past, it tells a story of God and his incredible grace.