tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post4357288523070962239..comments2008-11-06T15:47:57.212-08:00luckyduckynoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-2877908737139096592008-11-06T15:47:00.000-08:002008-11-06T15:47:00.000-08:00My son is going to Rwanda with BU in May of 09. I told him we could not afford for him to go. Now that I have read your blog, I don't think I can afford for him not to go. I am in tears now as I have read your blog. May God richly bless you and others for your experience and may you go forth into this world sharing the love of God and the hope that we have through Christ Jesus.<BR/><BR/>Brad Steele (Conrad's Dad)Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972067374756645506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-76728219955748275362008-10-24T20:17:00.000-07:002008-10-24T20:17:00.000-07:00I AM SO GRAD YOU WENT TO RWANDA , I WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO LOST PEOPLE IN THAT PLACE AND I WAS THERE . TELL THE WORLD WHAT HAPPENED.serge gasorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10887099592558771147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-36435050423367705512008-05-27T14:56:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:56:00.000-07:00Brianna, <BR/>These pictures and your entries are amazing. They have definitely left an impression on me--I look forward to vicariously living through your trip! Your descriptive entries make me feel like I'm right there. Stay safe, and see ya next semester!Reshmanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-90792119300611376102008-05-27T14:24:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:24:00.000-07:00That was a great blog. The imagery was amazing and I feel like I didn't even need to see the pictures to know what you were talking about.<BR/><BR/>The shoe picture was exceptionally chilling though. When I think of genocide, it's generally decades ago and I feel as though I can't relate. It was so long ago. And we've all seen the pictures of the shoes of the victims and most of us have even seen the shoes themselves, in museums. But to see shoes that, like you said, are shoes that somebody our age would wear.. kinda puts things into perspective. <BR/><BR/>We walk around here in America with our "problems" thinking we're so troubled and there are people being brutally murdered in mass quantities half the world away.<BR/><BR/>When I was in France, we went to the catacombs and the bones lined up were so eerie to me. These people were just "normal" dead people. You know, people who died from old age and everyday causes of death. <BR/><BR/>As I always seem to, i'm writing my own blog within your blog, so i'm going to stop here:<BR/><BR/>The pictures are amazing and the words are touching. Wonderful blog you have here.Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03692962097543085221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-42529475173521461462008-05-27T13:37:00.000-07:002008-05-27T13:37:00.000-07:00May your lives forever be enriched and passionate about people who suffer wherever you go due to this experience. My heart was heavy all day for the team. I know your hearts were heavy. The Lord's was pleased to see you all bring honor to those that suffered by just caring that they died. He loves them too! What an amazing day. Your hearts will never be the same. You have all grown. Take the lives of those lost and use their courage to go forward and make a difference in this world. I do not know many of you but love you so much. Praying daily God will keep you safe and continue to challenge you. Blessings, Melanie Smith (Katie Burch's mother)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-87241784655694065152008-05-26T23:55:00.000-07:002008-05-26T23:55:00.000-07:00We Are God's Love<BR/>(A prayer in memory of the Rwanda genocide victims)<BR/><BR/>Out of the faceless and nameless victims of hatred, God's love can give peace.<BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's love...<BR/><BR/>Out of the blood-stained dust and ashes of evil, God's love can give hope. <BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's hope.<BR/><BR/>Out of the echoing shrieks of terror and screams for mercy, God's love can give joy. <BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's joy.<BR/><BR/>Out of the mute bones and silent shoes of the innocent, God's love can give voice. <BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's voice.<BR/><BR/>Out of the crushed skulls and broken dreams, God's love can give promise.<BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's promise.<BR/><BR/>We are loved by God and in that love, <BR/>We have peace,<BR/>We have hope,<BR/>We have joy,<BR/>We have voice,<BR/>We have promise.<BR/><BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's love. <BR/><BR/>And because we are God's love, we are also commissioned <BR/>To be God's voice, to be God's hands, <BR/>To be God's feet, God's ears and God's eyes. <BR/><BR/>For we are God's voice when we speak out for righteousness in wrong-doing. <BR/>We are God's hands when we touch the wounded souls, feed the hungry, <BR/>nurture the orphans, care for the widowed and lift up the fallen. <BR/>We are God's feet when we journey where needed and run the race set before us. <BR/>We are God's ears when we listen and respond, one person at a time.<BR/>We are God's eyes when we see, even when seeing seems too horrible to imagine,<BR/>Even when seeing means we must also look inside.<BR/><BR/>And then, when we see as God sees, we are changed forever...<BR/>And our hearts are never the same.<BR/><BR/>We are loved by God. <BR/>And I am reminded, we are God's love.<BR/><BR/>--copyright 2008 Lynn Shaw Bailey (Paul's mom)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700065432922667420.post-13033342052067110192008-05-26T19:59:00.000-07:002008-05-26T19:59:00.000-07:00Weeping endures for a night but joy comes in the morning. I pray that Rwanda's night is over. Those of us here in the states feel through your words what you saw. <BR/>Pastor Brian McClanexamsuhttp://openid.aol.com/xamsunoreply@blogger.com