Today my heart broke. Today I cried over a past that has created wounds so fresh that those as young as myself still carry gaping holes within themselves. Today I touched sorrow’s hand and felt anger. Today I questioned justice. Are you a God of genocide? Today we talked about forgiveness. Today I wept as I prayed to you. How can it be?
Tonight we watched Sometimes in April. I've seen it before but it took on new meaning now that we've looked at the Rwandans and have seen them eye to eye. Our group cried together and I know we will also struggle through together.