That is why when I met this woman who has opened up her house to serve as a charging station for her neighbours, I picked up a piece of corn stalk and made her a cross. The cross is, of course, a symbol of Jesus Christ’ sacrifice for us human beings. She was surprised but was also very happy with it. I do not speak Kinyarwanda and she does not speak Chinese or English. But we seem to understand each other quite well. When I left her house, she came out and showed me the cross again.
What I am doing in Rwanda is more than service-learning, even though it is very meaningful by itself. I know I can serve God in a church in Hong Kong. Equally I can serve Him in the slums in Cambodia. I can also serve Him here up in the mountains of Rwanda where the people are without electricity and running water.