Several times since I have come to Kenya, I have had good friends (who are also brilliant doctors and nurses) move to America to pursue their dreams. They moved with excitement, with hope, with passion, with courage, and I am certain the places they live are better for their hearts and presence.
Today, as I read the news and thought of my friends, I wondered, “How can a person of power try to diminish an entire continent into one small and horrible word?” When someone asked me to repeat what he said because they hadn’t seen the story, I couldn’t . . .my head would just shake as they looked it up for themselves (it has been reported on Kenyan news), and I saw pain shadow their faces.
America has never been perfect. Kenya is not perfect. No country is, but they both are places my family calls home – with all their flaws and brilliant beauty. And I hope, as our world becomes smaller, that we work to build friendships where they are unlikely – to realize stories that are strikingly different in circumstance are similar in struggle and joy – to see that God has created us to build up each other and carry each other when things are hard no matter where we were born. These hard-won journeys unmask incredible beauty.
Our world is shrinking – bridges are being built between countries that have their own unique set of imperfections. However, as as we cross those bridges, we allow our strengths will complement each other, our perspectives will strengthen each other, and we will be better as we see we are all in this together.
“These are decisions made on a few convictions: that the power to act is a gift that grows as it is given, that grace covers covers a multitude of inadequacies, that loss is real but not forever, that this world is not a zero-sum cause-effect closed system, that courage trumps comfort, and that love is the most true thing of all.” -JMyhre