We were sitting out in the field yesterday or the day before (they are blending together into one large mess of hands and smiles and dust and joy and tears) sewing up a hole in a little girls dress. She must have been maybe 8 years old. A tall smiling woman said “this is my daughter, thank you”.
She then asked what nationality we were. American I said. She then said with eyes that shone, I am Rwandese.
What a miracle in this land where in 1994 your tribal distinction determined if you lived and died. We could learn a lot from a people who really have learned to forgive and to point out their similarities rather than their differences. To say she was Rwandese may seem like an obvious answer but in reality it’s a testament to the power of forgiveness and the strength of these people. The truth is that what we both should have looked at each other and said I am a Christian….a citizen of heaven