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by Megan Harvey
Sunday, May 19, 2013
It’s Sunday morning, and I have to be honest a little part
of me wants to be in Greensboro picking up my Starbucks and meeting my high
school friends in the Bur-mil parking lot. I would love to see faces of friends
who have become family, jump in to help out where I see a need and know there
are delicious treats waiting for us at hospitality. But, as you know, we are
thousands of miles from this being possible, or so I thought.
We arrived at Karangazi Parish around 9:30 a.m. when the
service was supposed to start at 9:00 a.m. (sound familiar?). We rode up in our
20-passenger van making us the only people who didn’t walk to church. As we
walked in I was still feeling a little sad to be missing my Redeemer family. I
sat down crowded by kids, a baby was quickly placed in my arms and I started
receiving smiles and hugs from the most familiar faces in all of Africa. See,
something I had forgotten this morning when I was moping around missing America,
was that we have family here. We have brothers and sisters with wild kids
running around. We have brothers and sisters bringing their friends, cooking
hospitality food, and loving each other and us well because of our one common
factor: the word of the Lord.
Along with the Rwandan version of worship, dancing, prayer
and even announcements, we got to hear a message from Tripp. It was wonderful
to hear him share with our Rwandan family the similar struggles of hurting
hearts, sickness, doubt, broken relationships and drug abuse. We also get to
share in their common joys: healing friendships, protection and care, the truth
of God’s goodness and the uniting of family.
After the service we were ushered into a small room to
fellowship and enjoy lunch with the leaders in the church. I am constantly
blown away here by the way we can hardly communicate with the people using
words, but laughter and smiles tell a story of their own. So, although being home can never be
replaced, a second home is always welcome and I have found mine here.
Missing you Megan but so excited to hear about the experiences God is letting you be a part of.
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