It was day three in Rwanda and there I was in the back of a
jeep careening left and right, mobilizing every muscle in my body in order to
stabilize myself and prevent all but certain head injury if I failed. All that
surrounded me were corn stalks, banana trees, bean fields, the occasional cassava
plant, and the muddy, dirt, and very eroded road that we are driving on.
Yes, I was finally on my way to a Rwandan village.
I was very excited for this visit. Fortunately, the days in
Rwanda were not all as heavy as the first full day that I described to you
yesterday. In fact, if there is one
adjective that can describe the Rwanda of today, the word is "hopeful."
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| The corn stalks and banana trees |
Wow. That is a huge and bold vision. Part of my project in
Rwanda was to observe this type of developmental model in action and to compare
it with other development models, which was why I was a ragdoll in a blender of
sorts, on my way to a Rwandan village.
However, on our way there, we took a bit of a detour. Brad,
the missionary who was graciously hosting me, was taking me to meet and pick-up
Ugiriwabo Jean-de-Dieu, the village pastor, who unfortunately lived an hour and
a half by foot from his village church. We met him in a small, cement,
un-painted “restaurant.” While I drank my Fanta Citron, Jean-de-Dieu shared his
story.
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| Jean-de-Dieu |
He had been the poorest of the poor. “Life was just very,
very difficult.” He farmed but never had enough to eat, never enough to live on.
He would normally reap a 200-300 kilogram harvest of whatever crop he was
growing. It was never enough to eat, never enough to provide for his family of
five. He never even had 100,000 francs ($175) at any one time in the bank.
The reason for this suffering? “Ignorance,” he said. “I was
in this darkness that was completely surrounding me called ignorance; completely
in the darkness of ignorance.”
But now, how things have changed! “I now have 800,000 - 1
million francs in the bank at any one time, all from my crops.” He has been
honored by the government as an “exemplary farmer”. This elite group consists of
500 farmers chosen to sell seed to the government to support its seed bank
program.
This transformation happened with the same land, the same
resources, he had before.
Why? “All of this has come from the lessons we have been
studying for D4D,” he said. “I am full, I am growing spiritually and I am
growing in the physical realm. At home, I feel like I am at peace, I am calm. I
praise the Lord for D4D!”
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| The inside of the church at Mosovu |
Finally, we arrived at the village of Mosovu. The church in
which we met was an oversized mud hut, overlaid with some cement, topped off
with a corrugated tin roof. Crooked wooden benches were placed in rows in the
church, all facing the front where a big drum sat.
From there on, I just observed while Brad translated the
meeting into English for my sake. It was absolutely fascinating! The meeting
started off with an Africanized version of a hymn that sounded familiar, but I
could not place it since it was sung in Kinyarwandan. Then, Danzila, a D4D
Rwandan co-worker, led the group in a Bible study on the feeding of the 5000 and
Jesus walking on water.
Afterwards, another missionary who had joined us, Dave,
along with Brad, did a visual presentation to introduce the committee’s agenda
for that day. He had a block of wood and a small plank. He laid the plank on
the block so that it could act as a type of see-saw. On the one side of the
plank, he placed a bunch of flowers; on the other side, he placed a piece of
trash. Then he put several rocks on both sides.
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| The committee meeting |
“This is your community,” Dave said, pointing to the
see-saw contraption. “There are strengths in your community, as represented by
the rocks close to these flowers, and challenges as represented by the rocks
near this trash.” He continued to explain and demonstrate that by moving the
rocks on the one side, the see-saw would lean differently. This happened also
when moving the rocks on the other side of the see-saw. Then he moved the rocks
on both side of the see-saw in one direction, and there was an even more
dramatic effect. Simple physics, right? What does this have to do with
community development and whole life discipleship? But then we said the
following: “Like on the see-saw, if you address the challenges in the
community, the community’s trajectory shifts positiviely. Also, like demonstrated
by the see-saw, if you improve and work on the strengths of the community, the
community’s trajectory leans positively. Now, if you work on both the
challenges and the strengths in the community, then the community will move
even more strongly toward growth, healing, and development.”
It was fairly simple and even crude demonstration. But it
was so powerful.
After this brief reminder of the task at hand, the
committee got to work. They already had a long list of strengths and challenges
in their church, split up among six categories. They were on the category of
relationships. What are the strengths of the relationships in our church? What
are the challenges? After an hour and a half of debating, they had chosen two strengths
and two challenges that they were going to focus on.
Now it might be difficult to realize, but I witnessed an absolutely
amazing thing. Let me put this in perspective. Here is a village that is in the
poorer region of an already poor country. In this village is a church that once
was one of the poorest churches in its Rwandan church network.
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| A committee member showing me his banana trees |
There were so many things that I or some other Westerner
could have done to have tried to “fix” the community. We could have built them
better homes, better sanitation facilities, better wells. We could have even
trained them in better farming techniques and other income generating skills. But,
none of these efforts would have changed their self-perception and worldview.
Instead, we would only have been reinforcing this worldview through our hurtful
helping.
To say the least, this was a very exciting day for me. I
was able to witness the process of God bringing hope and empowerment to a poor rural
community in Africa.
Murakoze!
Eric






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