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I have been weeping off and on all morning. I went out to greet Sam, the young man who works for me, whose father was imprisoned for 12 years having been falsely accused right after the genocide. This man, whose name is Canaan, had not only not been complicit in any killings, but had managed to help some 17 of his Tutsi neighbors to escape by boat on Lake Kivu, and all reached Congo safely. So I weep for Canaan, and for Sam, who saw his father beaten so badly that bones were broken. They were never healed properly, and now, at home, he is weak and sickly. As I said good morning to Sam, and tried to convey some sort of comfort, I started to weep, and just embraced him, somewhat awkwardly, surely taking him by surprise.
Jean McAlister
Missionary