One year ago today, I left America with five friends on a journey that would take us to the East African nation of Rwanda.  It was one of those trips that would change my life and, as I sit here this morning, the beautiful people of Rwanda are very much on my mind.  It’s hard to think that something as horrific as genocide could occur in a place so breathtaking.  It’s hard to believe that the people I met witnessed more horror in three months than, Lord willing, I will see in a lifetime.  It’s hard to believe that hope could arise from the ashes of massacre and the bleakness of utter depravity.  But it is.

The body of Christ is alive and well in Rwanda today.  The church there is led by some of the most courageous pastors I’ve ever met.  They’re humble, they serve with all the strength God provides and they love their flocks.  They inspire me more than I can say.  They remind me that God’s church is global.  There are people in every corner of the globe worshipping Jesus.  And the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve.

Maybe this weekend you could find some time to pray for the people of Rwanda, for their pastors, their churches, their health and abolition of hate not only in their country but in the world.