The day after Thanksgiving we had the pleasure of going to Tim and Heidi's house to cook-out, visit around their fire pit, and jam on some sweet tunes. Tim plays guitar & sings in our church's praise band and is one of he best friends you could ever ask for. At least once a year he and Heidi and their boys have the praise band over to do the camp fire thing. Last night's was the best one I can remember. A great time was had by all.
Tim's blog, A White Boy in Rwanda, is an online version of the journal he kept during his trip to Rwanda last Summer. Since he is transcribing it from his actual journal it's very "stream of consciousness" oriented and personal which captures the emotion and spiritual impact in a way documentaries and historical accounts just can't do. His tour of the country was with Immaculee Ilibagiza, author of Left to Tell, and was oriented towards sites and events of the 1994 genocide. This is a horrific part of history that most Americans know so little about. Tim's effort to share about his trip is so much more significant than the crap I blog about. How can we 'never forget' if we aren't even aware in the first place?
Left to right: Tim, Jonathan, Stan, Lance, and Jim.
Me and Jennifer enjoying the fire and music.
Toasting my feet by the fire.
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