Tears of Joy and the Rhythm of the Classroom
I have been on the ground in Kigali for exactly a week today, and I am just now sitting down to write my second blog update. That certainly wasn't my original intention, but Rwanda has a beautiful way of sweeping you up in its own rhythm, leaving very little room for a computer screen. When I finally stepped off the plane at Kigali International Airport, it had been a grueling 28 hours since I walked out the front door of my home in New Hampshire. The journey itself was incredibly smooth—we met up with Dr. Bane Angles and Scott McClimans during our layover in Brussels and flew the final leg into Kigali together—but by the time we landed, the exhaustion of travel was real. Yet, the moment I stepped off the plane, the fatigue evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude and humility. It felt completely surreal. After 26 years away from global missions, I was finally back on the field. Because we arrived under the cover of darkness, I couldn't yet appreciate Ki...