day 1 in congo

It feels like I've been in Congo much longer than ten hours. I've spent the afternoon catching up with Holly, Mike and her family, and meeting the two wonderful girls they are in the process of adopting. Aside from not being able to open one piece of luggage due to a zipper breaking, it has been a very smooth day.

I looked through a photo album tonight. What photo album, you ask? One that the leader of the disabled group brought for me to peruse. I am so humbled by what I do not know. I examine these pictures and many times I think "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help.". I'm not even sure how some of these deformations of their limbs came to be (e.g. the foot doubled over and walking on what was the top of their foot.) And I'm positive that some of these limbs have been in these positions for years, so even if I could have done something at the beginning, I'll be hard-pressed to make a big change now. There are a fair number of children in this "adult" group as well.

I have a feeling I'll be dreaming about this group tonight. I meet with the leader/pastor tomorrow and hope that he can shed a bit more light on some of these people's histories. Maybe that will give me a bit more insight. I wish I had the power to heal these people. But I'll give what I have.