Sent to Rwanda

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” ~Jack Kerouac

I have been away for one year and have returned for a short visit. I find myself a little lost in a place that seems very familiar. There is new technology, new songs on the radio, new styles, new foods, etc. A few days after I arrived, I was running around with my sister and she made a comment that I have been really thinking on. She said something to the effect...Don't you feel that this isn't home and Kigali isn't home. Doesn't it just make you want to get to Heaven, our real home? One new song on the radio (probably not new to you), but I heard a song and the lyrics said, "All I know is I'm not home yet, This is not where I belong, Take this world and give me Jesus, This is not where I belong." How I wish I could be in one place with all the amazing people in my life...Oh, wait I can...and I'm going there and I want to take as many people with me as possible!