The story of Rwanda – as is the story of any genocide – is absolutely wrenching.
Each of the films I am viewing this evening has a scene that particularly tears at my heart and soul: European soldiers arrive to rescue, to evacuate Europeans and North Americans but not Rwandans. They leave knowing the horror taking place around them – aware of what will likely befall those they leave behind.
I watch. Tears fill my eyes.
And I wonder … would I have got on the truck?
And I wonder … who are my brothers and sisters that I abandon today?
The tears slide into my beard.
I can only fall back on grace.
Yet still I wonder …
See you along the Trail.