We’ve past the halfway point. 

I’ve been blogging very little. 

A ‘therefore’ should be in there.


I have learnt a lot over these past weeks. I’ve learn bits and bobs, snatches of insight. 

We’ve settled into a routine. 

A ‘but’ should be in there.


But it has been named now, called out. Therefore I can do something about it.


Correcting an omission

There isn’t enough- not nearly enough- to be found here on the beneficiaries of Moucecore’s work. 


This is where we (well, other members of the group) have begun to post the stories of the people we’ve met. 

Please pray for both communities. Pray that both would continue to expand and that younger generations would be inspired by the work of the co-operatives and get involved (the leaders of Gatsibo cited this as a request in particular). 

Pray that their stories and the stories of others like them would reach people and that it would encourage and provoke as God wills. 

We have a God who knows what it is to be hungry.

In our first Sunday here, the pastor said something, in his sermon, along the lines of “I know what it is to be hungry, I know what you go through.”

I did not.

A few days ago I was writing a Bible study for Moucecore and on reading Luke 4 reflected on how amazing it is that we have a God who knows what it is to be hungry, who can empathise completely with that aspect of the human experience.

I cannot.

And probably will never truly understand. But for today, I’m fasting to try and glimpse that experience. At least, that was why I was doing it.

As I sat, not going to breakfast, feeling pretty good about myself, I was sent this link-


The benefits of today to my understanding of poverty and hunger through not eating will be marginal if at all existent. Instead, I should see my not-eating as more opportunity to pray for Burundi. I believe that is something that will make a difference. I don’t know what difference; I don’t know how God works but I do believe that when people pray, things happen.

I believe that the people of Burundi have a God and comforter that knows their pain, frustration and heartbreak and has better for them.

“We want no revolution; we want the brotherhood of men. We want men to love one another. We want all men to have what is sufficient for their needs. But when we meet people who deny Christ in His poor, we feel, ‘Here are the atheists.’ They turned first from Christ crucified because He was a poor worker, buffeted and spat upon and beaten. And now — strange thought — the devil has so maneuvered that the people turn from Him because those who profess Him are clothed in soft raiment and sit at well-spread tables and deny the poor.”

-Dorothy Day