My heart is so sad for the conflict on the Congolese-Rwandan border. Please keep yourself informed. Please pray for God's mercy and grace so that another genocide doesn't happen... Hopefully with all the recent press coverage, the rebels will know that the world is watching. During the violence in 1994 though, a lot of the world was watching; and yet nearly 1 million people were still killed. Do we care enough to do our part to stop it? Or would we watch on, be sad, and then continue eating our dinners in our warm houses unaffected by the horrific news of our brothers and sisters?
Every morning lately, the first thought that floats through my mind as it slowly awakens and as my eyes open, are of the mayibobo (street boys). I dream about them a few times a week. It takes me about an hour to fall asleep each night, as I lay awake contemplating and reflecting.
I imagine seeing them again, rushing towards them, holding them, and walking with their little dirt-caked hands in mine, and everytime without fail, I begin laughing outloud. I become physically giddy as the scene plays in front of me.
The other morning after this scene occurred again, I read a line from one of my favorite books, "Disappointment with God" by Phillip Yancy. He says, "...the deepest longings we feel on earth, as parents, as lovers, are mere flickers of the hungering desire God feels for us" (234). My desires are put into a new light and this has carried me through my yearning for Rwanda and my friends. My aching, the twinges of my heart, are but a small and minimal reflection of God's own heart.. for me, for the boys, for the displaced of Congo, for America, for all...
how cool. I am not alone in my pain, in the desires of my heart etc. In fact, they're not even "mine" to begin with...
