‘what is your name?’

‘what is your name?’

This has easily become my new favorite question to be asked. My team and I arrived in Rwanda a few days ago and are loving village life here. We’re about an hour outside of Kigali, the capital city. This month we’re partnered with a local pastor named Pastor John. We’ve been teaching English to the children in the village, going on home visits and serving in his church. 

Upon arriving the other day, Pastor John took us for a short walk around the village to show us around. We were instantly met with a mixture of stares, waves, smiles and some cheerful greetings. The children ran out from everywhere to meet us. 

‘What is your name?’ we were asked. Their curiosity was contagious. As we answer they all giggle and whisper to their friends. Some return the answer when we ask, some just gaze up at us content in holding our hands. We walk along with dozens of children trailing behind. 

‘What is your name?’ some would yell at a distance as we walk along our hands holding theirs. They ask us so many questions in what little English they know. 

‘Where are you from?’

‘Why are you here?’ 

‘Can I have?’ (pointing to anything we wear or carry)

‘How old are you?’

This is easily one of the most loving communities I’ve ever lived in, America included. The simplicity of life here is addicting. A laugh and a smile is produced from simply answering the question ‘what is your name?’ These children don’t care about video games, iPhones, or the latest music. Their parents don’t care about flashy cars, name brand clothing or an upcoming vacation away from their current reality. They love this life. Yes, maybe because it’s all they know but I also think it’s more than that. I think it’s because comparison doesn’t seem to be a struggle here. They have what they have and they appreciate the little things. They love each other without things getting in the way. They spend time together instead of time with the TV. They make up their own music and play their own games. They choose one another. 

If there’s one thing that God keeps reiterating to me in each country and culture it’s how much I desperately need Him. I need His love daily. I need reminders that He does love and care for these people that outwardly seem like they’re struggling. I need to feel His grace He has for me and this broken, hurting world. 

God you’re good, especially in Rwanda.