Today is one of those days I don’t know how to put into words – but since this is a blog, I’m going to try. To say it was a day filled with contrasts is a massive understatement. How do you find a theme that unites a day that included a visit to the home of an elderly widow who has nothing, a stop at a memorial that is home to 41,000 remains of a genocide and the most beautiful drive I’ve ever taken. I guess the thing that’s rattling around in my brain tonight is the sovereignty of God – over the best and worst of the world. Through it all, the Lord is in charge.

He’s sovereign over the life of a 55 year old Rwandan woman who looks like she’s in her late 80’s. In the midst of total poverty – no money, possessions, job or employment – He promises to draw her near to His own heart. How stunning is that? He’s big enough to provide comfort to her in a home that’s hardly worthy of being called a home.

From there, we walked to the site of a mass murder in Nyamata. 41,000 people died in a church. They were hiding in the one place they should have been safe and it just didn’t work. The savage insanity of genocide took their lives. We walked today among their clothes, their remains and their bones.

Then we all drove up to the Northern parts of the country. One of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever taken. The mountains of Rwanda are gorgeous.

And God reigns over all of it. Time is short tonight. I’ll post more tomorrow. But for tonight I’m searching for words in the face of sovereignty and contrasts. I know God reigns. Over Kigali, Nyamata, Washington and Musenze.