Blogs - Summit Semester
November 23, 2010
Sometimes in November
Though it rarely happens anymore, with the likes of Carrell and Sandler feeding our appetites to mindlessly consume entertainment, every once in awhile a great movie comes along which tells a story requiring a little more of our person. We watched one such film this past Sunday evening. Sometimes in April retells of the tragedy that took place in Rwanda in 1994 and captures the heinous acts of genocide the Hutu people inflicted on their Tutsi brothers. Over 800,000 people dead. 1 in 8 of the population wiped out. Jason, our fearless discussion leader, to begin, asked something along the lines of: “How do you forgive such evil?” The room was quiet. This is the very question the little Rwandan countryside has been attempting to answer in the 16-years since. All other avenues exhausted, they have turned to reconciliation. They are trying to restore a ravaged nation with forgiveness. Frustration. Sadness. Hope. A mixed bag of emotions walked from our study room that night. Is such forgiveness possible? It is said in Africa that God sleeps in Rwanda at night because the land is so beautiful. Perhaps this is true. Both rain and sun are needed to make plants grow. God brings good even in a downpour. I wrote this little poem the other night, following the discussion:
Great evil lies deep in the heart of a man
Far removed at times, wondering thru your plan
As nation kills its neighbor, brother his dear kin.
Where were you as screams sing a child to sleep?
Why couldn't you stop it? These myriad of
Ills and blood curdling chills. Was this your famed love?
They measured their nose and created two races,
A nation torn, in constant conflict; faces
Displaying the unrest of lives lived in pain.
As men died there in ditches, slumber in vain
You seemed attaining. Wake up now, awake, rise
And heal the hatred which tinge your great prize.
(That you may know there is more to our life here than just heavy-hitting issues... )
Reach back a few years. Into the cornucopia of memories as a child. Do you remember the elation of waking up, throwing off the blankets, your small feet hitting the floor with a gentle thud, running to the cold window, and as you peer out, finally catching a glimpse of what your young eyes had been waiting to see for months? SNOW! This was the very memory playing through my mind Monday morning, lying in bed, staring at the bunk above me. The big story this past weekend was a looming winter storm, the first real threat of the semester, predicted to hit Sunday and on into Monday. I threw off my covers and, with feet a bit less swift than as a young boy, I headed for the window. Nearing an appropriate angle of the scene, I saw it. Snow, wet and thick, covering everything the double-paned glass made visible to me. A smile crept upon my face. This was my first time seeing snow-covered mountains. It was beautiful. If Rwanda is where God lays his head at night, these mountains are where He comes for snow-ball fights with the locals – bears, mountain lions, and enormous bulls. There will be much to be thankful for this coming Thursday.
We began, this week, the process of transition. Finishing strong. Leaving well. Who will we be when we drive down Blue Creek Rd. that last time? As an aid, we have been tasked with creating a 7-day schedule so as to expect something of ourselves and our time. My thick skull fractured, I am finally, at age 24, understanding all that is my responsibility. Before God, and He alone, will we stand and give account of the entirety of our lives. So soon will begin the rest of our lives.
Blogger's Bio: Having been called out of conventional education to serve as a youth director at a church, Kevin has recently thought about going back to school for a Church History or Theology major. “I have a growing passion for seeing true disciples of Christ living out their radical faith and impacting the world.” Kevin wants to run a home for young boys caught in a downward spiral. He enjoys woodcarving, reading, writing, and remains in awe of every mountain peak he has summitted.