“The Visitors Who Are No Longer Visitors”
There have been a number of moments in the month I've spent in Rukungiri where I just have to stop and soak in the fact that this is my life. Things like listening to the boys sing in Runyankole and knowing that the God they worship is the same here and in America. Or walking to and from ministry holding hands with sweet schoolchildren and telling them that Jesus loves them. Or turning the Geography class you're not equipped to teach into preaching the Gospel for 40 minutes.
Things like these have become such a part of my everyday life here that...