Joy.

One of the biggest joys of my life right now is a group of about ten to twelve, 11-16 year old Rwandan boys that I am coaching soccer and English to every Sunday afternoon in the valley. They were passed on to me by a World Relief intern who was leaving the country and heading back to the U.S. Together, the boys and I, share the love of soccer and life. They are some of the most energetic and fun-loving kids. We laugh a lot. The first time I ever asked them to start moving around and playing they all together started to dance and jog in place. It was magnetic and all I could do was laugh. Last week after practice we took some time to just talk and hang out. During that time Sammy, who we call the "translator" because he does most of the group translations, started to talk about how many muzongo (white people) here do not love Africans or black people. He told me in his own words that for some reason they just don't seem to like us, but there are some muzonogos who do. He then said to me that he can tell I love them and am not one of those muzongos who hate. It made my heart melt, not because anything I had done, but I truly believe they have seen Christ in me.