we traveled on planes for what seemed like a year. a great way to get to know someone. the guys stayed in a boarding house. the girls stayed in a mansion. we ate meals at the mansion. food tasted fine but ripped apart my stomach. we went to genocide museum. also went to two churches where genocide took place. they were splattered with blood stains. littered with clothes of thousands of victims. skulls still there. we were guided through the second church by charles, who survived the massacre there. he described the slaughter step by step in gruesome detail. i admire him so much for his courage. we went to a rwandan church. sang rwandan songs and worshipped the father with joy. it was good. we painted houses for widows at the village of hope. we also played soccer (sorry futbol) with some of the orphans there. it was the embodiment of pure and undefiled religion. we got to see how the coffee industry worked from top to bottom. coffee is the biggest moneymaker for rwanda. it provides for about 40% of the rwandan economy. it’s huge. coffee provides rwandans with jobs but more importantly it grows the community. the climax of the trip was visiting the site where kids across africa camps – rwanda (kaac-r) will reside. it’s on a remarkably beautiful peninsula in the northern part of the country. once built, it will provide the youth of rwanda with a place full of fun and games and filled with people ready to share with them the love of Jesus. the facilities will be unlike anything rwanda has ever seen. the people that are heading it are remarkable because they are so ready and willing to follow God’s plan. i truly believe this camp will change the country. listening to some of the guys explain the vision for the camp, i was holding back tears. i didn’t know why until later when i realized it was God’s plan. i want to go back and be a counselor when the camp actually opens. i really want to go back. one night, we went to a youth group meeting. the music was so heartfelt and joyful, i honestly didn’t know what to think. it was so great. we went to some orphanages. i cannot understand what it would be like to not have a mom and dad. the children were so happy to see us. we also went to a boarding school. we played futbol in the middle of a forest (they cut down the trees and put two rocks on each sides for goals) with some of the younger kids and got s.c.h.o.o.l.e.d. schooled. the older kids were playing intramural basketball and futbol. the school was run by bishop john, the spiritual leader of rwanda. we had a chance to meet with him for a few minutes and he shared with us about helping the “global village”. he is like the backbone of the country. inspirational. while driving the streets, we listened to the likes of rihanna and t.i. and kanye west. there was something deeply spiritual about singing along to those songs while driving through some of the simplest living conditions we have ever experienced. we got back on the plane and flew back from where we had started. we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. i will miss the community that the rwandan people shared with each other and with us. i will also miss the community that can only come from being with a group of like-minded people in a foreign land. experiencing new life with one another. we grew close together and that will be missed. i will also deeply miss the simplicity of life their. the people do just fine without all the stuff we have in america. at first, i felt bad for them. living without all the stuff i take for granted. then God showed me how much better it actually is to not have stuff. God has been hitting me so hard with this idea. i think i’m gonna give up all my stuff when we move houses. more on that later. those are the two big things that i will miss. i think it’s cool though because those are two things that can potentially happen anywhere God is, which is everywhere. so it’s ok. it was such a great trip. i am so grateful for being able to be a part of it. thank you Father.