a journal of discovery, conviction, and walking with the poor and orphaned of Rwanda
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A different perspective...
... but not all perspectives are created equal.
In a very remote region,... on an island reached by canoe (Population: 18),... in a small mud hut of a very poor family,... I observed this superannuated calendar. I was fascinated and reflective,... but I have little to say except that it is cause for some reflection. Many argue that poverty is the root cause of terrorism. I do not know that it is "the root," but I am persuaded that people who live and work in a growing economy characterized by opportunity and hope are not likely to be drawn into terrorism. Such people are generally happy to be fully occupied with building a better life for themseves and their families.
BTW: In fairness to Rwanda and its people, this wall decoration does NOT reflect a common perspective in Rwanda. This was the first and only time I encountered any such expression.
Walking back to the canoe, still reflecting.
The island from a distance.
The mud hut on the left of the ridge top.
An abandoned church, complete with rainbow, on the right of the ridge top.
I am reluctant to do the Bio thing. Nothing "about me" should be the focus here, except as this open journal may resonate with (or provoke) your own thoughts. But I offer this much: After 30 years as an attorney, I am now a typical Halftimer who is determined to move beyond success to significance. Inspired and convicted by three sons (Tommy, Nathan & Wesley) who live passionate and adventurous lives, I am now privileged to participate in the exciting social changes and development occurring in Rwanda and elsewhere in Africa, hoping to empower the desperately poor. But I must be very clear on this: I am just your average coward. Suffering and sacrifice are very foreign concepts to me. However, I now believe that life comfortably ensconced in a safe cocoon misses out on too much of what might be learned, experienced, and shared with others in the Majority World, many of whom are crying out in desperate need, and some of whom beam with smiles and contentment such as I have seldom seen. I want to know them and their lives.