Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I ponder on the recent news around the world: elections in Sudan, increased religious tensions in Jos, Nigeria, natural disasters that leave destruction, and the list continues... We tell ourselves, "I want to help!" And, sincerely, we do. But we...but I must not be satisfied with a pick-and-choose mentality. Every morning that we awake, we must say and remember that love is the movement...that mercy is the movement. Our hearts feel, and they are sometimes heavy and light. We can laugh and we can cry and we can sing and we can dance. It is my sincere hope that we take a risk....a leap of faith to combat the problems that we see daily.....that we take a leap of faith to love the person directly in front of us. I know it sounds abstract....and broad...vague even. But, at the same time, it can be a simple approach, and even though difficulties will arise, the power of a community acting in this manner is unparalled.
I'd like to offer a few quotes that remain true to my heart:
"Love means to committ oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love." - Erich Fromm, German Social Philosopher and Psychoanalyzer
"Let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth." 1 John 3:18
"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, beacause fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." 1 John 4:18
May our love continue to grow strong as we unite. May our mercy continue to grow strong as we fight.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I didn't really know what to expect for this part of the trip. I had not given it much thought at all, but was excited once we arrived at base camp. It was pouring rain, but after a short while that stopped. We had a small briefing and then five of us and our guide hopped in land cruiser and started driving over hundreds and hundreds of rocks. After a couple of kilometers, our car got stuck in the mud/rocks and so we had to proceed by foot. We had a 2.5 hour battle uphill as we hiked to meet the gorillas. Finally, we met up with the trackers who had been out all morning locating the specific family we were trying to see. Once we saw them, we drank some water, put down our bags, and grabbed only our cameras. We walked about 125m and then heard a heavy growl. My heart skipped a beat.
We then walked up and around to get a better view, since all we were seeing was the rustling of bushes. Then, we saw a baby gorillas eating grass. Then another....then the silverback. Wow. These gorillas were enormous. Our group took hundreds of pictures and we will try to post some soon. The lack of internet on our computers makes it more difficult, but definitely by when we come home.
My time at the cafe is pretty much over...so I will see if there is connection in Gisenyi today. The rest of our schedule is as follows:
Today: Morning visit to an art collaboration ( I think)
Afternoon drive to Gisenyi and check in at hotel. Day of relaxation.
Tomorrow: Visit to Gardens of Health (a non-profit that works with sustainable farming as a necessity as part of HIV/AIDS treatment
Visit a market (maybe) and dinner at a friend's house in Kigali
Saturday: Lunch at US Ambassador's house in afternoon and evening flight out of Kigali.
Hopefully, there will be some more time to write at Gisenyi.
Again, thanks for listening.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
As I perused through the final exhibits at the Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre, I could not help but question the tragic events that took place in 1994 between April and July. After reading through almost thirty separate exhibits describing the genocide, tears had begun to stream down my cheeks. Sure, I had read stories and books depicting and illuminating the atrocities of those 100 days; yet, I had never been so close to videos, stories, and the country itself. I never had the opportunity to read about the genocide, walk outside, and look at the faces of people who live through it daily. What is more, I had never spent days in Agahozo-Shalom Youth Village, a space for orphans. I had never been asked “Do you have parents?” as if it was uncommon. No one had ever questioned whether I had a brother or sister in a way that did not come merely in the form of a curiosity; rather, there was a longing in the voices of these children. I had never seen a teenage girl explain to me with a faint smile that both her parents, two brothers, and three sisters were all killed during the genocide. How is she to react? The smile in no way conveyed any sense of happiness or joy. Instead, it was a smile of questioning. A smile that asked how in the world could this happen? Are we not all human? It was not a question of human rights. No. It was a question of human nature. It was a question of love. Are humans not called to love? Can we not all simply try (and in many ways succeed) to have love for everyone in our lives…the same love that we have for our family members? That was her question as she explained that she had lost her family, as she explained that they had been killed.
But her story did not end there. She truly understood what it meant to have a loving family outside of the biological blood that connects many of us. She found her family in her fellow youth at Agahozo. She found her family in me, and she called me her brother. I was honored.
I cannot count the number of times I have simply looked at a teenager here, smiled, and received the biggest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. At family time (a time where each household comprised of about 15 students comes together to discuss household and communal issues), I glanced at one child. Every time our gazes met, smiles protruded from our faces. Love was clear.
As I listened to the conversation between the household members, I was incredibly inspired by their understanding of the importance of respect and love in ones lives. To see young high schoolers, who have seen the purest of hate in their lives, not only understand love’s importance, but also seek it was yet another inspiration. It was truly beautiful.
I am going to go to sleep now…because I want to make breakfast tomorrow morning and also have energy throughout the day. I will try to expand on some of these ideas soon enough.
We had a discussion (that we will continue) as a group tonight about our experience at the memorial. We touched on everything from facts and humanitarian intervention to the efficacy of NGOs and our role in the world. I will definitely write more about this when I can.
Again, thanks for listening.
P.S. I will continue to try to upload some pictures, but the connection is faulty when it comes to uploading. Check out the group blog at http://reachoutrwanda.wordpress.com for a few.