I cannot begin to tell you what all has happened in Rwanda. Every day we wake up to eat and worship, then walk out the door to begin our day ministering to the little part of Kigali called Kabeza, Remera. Walking amidst the mud-brick homes and dusty streets of this place brings a sense of the Spirit of God that I have rarely felt anywhere. There is something about the faces of the children running up for a hug from the Musungus, and the hesitant smiles of the parents, that speaks of hearts longing for healing.
Most of you know the history of this small, though rather famous, African nation, and while they have retained their culture, there is a natural hesitancy and an inhibited spirit that marks its people. I noticed immediately upon crossing the border that the Rwandan people do not walk in the same freedom that the Ugandan people walk in. You can see the desire to trust in their eyes, but the effects of such a betrayal, only 18 years past, are still silently lingering. These people are HUNGRY, and thankfully, the Spirit of God is moving in power.
Every morning 
we head out into the streets of this place and God blows me away. Did you know that the fields really are ripe for harvest? I have never been able to state with more authority, that it is a privilege to share the Gospel every day, a privilege and a pleasure. I have seen more people respond to the Lord in the last week than I have in my entire life. I wake up every morning with more joy and life inside of me than I thought possible in the routine of the every day. Because that is what we are doing, just living. That just happens to entail living and breathing the Gospel in everything we do.
This morning we set out like every other morning, asking the Lord where to go, and He lead us in a completely different direction than we have ever gone before. When I first realized we were climbing up this huge hill, I was not thrilled, but we persevered, and were not disappointed. One of the church members had it on his heart strongly to visit a Christian lady that he had been friends with for some time. She welcomed us into her home, and we had a wonderful time of fellowship and prayer. However, the feeling of divine expectation was still upon us, and it just seeme
d like we were there for another reason. No sooner had we decided that we should head home, since we had no direction, than our brother was stopped by a man he knew, asking what we were doing. He was not a Christian, but was thrilled to hear who we were and what we were about, and invited us back to his home. There, we met his sister and were blessed to be able to hear his story.
Living in a village many miles from Kigali, this man grew desperate because of the lack of jobs and decided to come to the city in search of work. After many months, he was blessed to find work selling onions in the market, however, he must now live away from his wife and six children, only going home to visit them once a month. Even so, I have never seen a man more hungry for God and desiring to be a man of righteousness. That desire has driven him to try to be the best Catholic he can, and
follow all the rules, but it was easy to tell that he was so desperate for more. The door was wide open for the Gospel, and by the movement of the Spirit, both of them received Christ. The joy that came over the man when he asked how he could accept the Lord was indescribable. I do not think I have seen anything more beautiful, and I want you to remember that you helped bring the light to this man, and many others in this broken nation.
