Memorial reflections

 I'm sorry I'm a bit behind on this blog but we have been having very full days and I end up wanting to crash by about 8:30. I Swear it feels like we have been here for weeks. The food has been glorious fresh fruit every day. I bought some fruit at a market we stopped at on our city of the tour I didn't realize you are supposed to barter so I overpaid for just one passion fruit and mango but hey you live and learn. It's interesting how that is how goods are sold in most of the world. We are spoiled in America being just given the price and paying it. Next time we go to market it is going to be a challenge because I am often not as self confident and decisive as is needed to barter. Anyway you live and learn, I'm going to enjoy the heck out of that mango tomorrow morning.

Anyhow I am rambling. Saturday morning was powerful. We went to the memorial church at Nyamata. Mass killing in a church, people thought they were safe. It was chilling to see all the clothes piled all around the church. What really hit me was seeing the baptismal font, the tabernacle and the statue of Mary shot up with bullet holes and nicks and cracks. It makes one question God. Why? Where were you? Are you even there? This fortunately did not last for me. We had the privilege of getting to hear the personal testimony of a survivor while we were there. He is a pastor of a church who lost his whole family at this church at Nyamata. As anticipated emotions did come. After he shared his story Carl led us in a prayer which was so powerful  I actually teared up. Hearing his words and seeing others reactions particularly the pastors was so moving. We also had the option to go into a crypt that had coffins and exposed bones. I couldn't go past the first landing because I couldn't handle the impact of being so close to these bones. This experience broke down some walls for me

We balanced the day out with a nice drive in safari cars to Akigira National park where we would spend the night at a hotel in the park. Driving through the small villages was great. everybody wanted to wave to us. It didn't even occur to me to think about how these people are living in poverty because they were all so happy and friendly. It is amazing how people can manage to be content and enjoy life even when they have so little. Before entering the park we bought some toy cars and houses that some kids made out of light weight sticks. A priceless souvenir.

Reflections on our Safari experience to come  tomorrow.

Muramuke - Goodnight