The past two days have probably been the best days of my life. We woke up both mornings and visited a school called the Kabuga School. As soon as we arrived on the bus at the school you could hear the kids saying “Mzungus”, which means white people in Kinyarwandian. We got off the bus and you could see the smiles of the kids in the classrooms with their hands waving to us through the windows. We taught the older kids for about 45 minutes before break. These kids are the smartest kids I have ever met. The older kids, between 13-16, knew perfect English and the younger kids were saying word that I did not know when I was their age. Their knowledge were amazing gifts from God, but once class ended was where I saw Christ in this place the most.
The principal blew the whistle and all 400 of the kids ran out of their classes screaming and running towards us. They could not stop hugging us and touching our hands and hair. They were so amazed by us. We were different from them and they LOVED it. They didn’t think it was weird that we were different, but were amazed. They showed us more love than most people give. True love. A kind of love that has no limits or boundaries. It didn’t matter who we were. They loved us like how our Father loves us. Unconditionally. They didn’t need to talk to show it; they showed love through their actions. Their smiles. Their laughs. Their hugs. I pray that they knew we loved them as much as they loved us. Also, I pray that this has opened our eyes to see Christ’s love and will open the eyes of many others when we come back and tell the story of these kids who didn’t care who we were, but loved us no matter what.