One day a disciple came to his master and asked, “Master,
what can I do to become enlightened?”
The master replied, “As much as you can do to make the sun rise.” Confused, the disciple replied, “Then of what
use are all these disciplines?” The
Master said, “So that when the sun begins to rise, you do not miss it.”
–Spiritual
Literacy by Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat
When I said yes to this call to go to Rwanda, I knew that
the year would be less planned and much more uncertain than I had a remained in
Minnesota. But I was okay with
that. I was more at peace with this
unknown call than the predictability of my own plans. I found certainty in the call if not in the
experiences that would fill it. But now,
here in Rwanda, I have found that each day I have to again reconcile with the
unknown. Because although I tried to
come without my own agenda, I have found it hard to not have some kind of
expectations about what may days will look like; how I should be feeling; and how,
when, and with whom I will form relationships.
Much of my life up to this point has been very planned,
scheduled, and structured. During
college, my weeks were full of scheduled classes, meetings, extracurriculars,
and work. I would make plans with
friends for the weekend and mentally map out when I would fit in homework, a
run, and a few extra hours of sleep.
Here in Rwanda, I am slowly learning the discipline of giving up
control.
I have been in my new home here in Rwamagana for less
than two weeks. Just settling in and
still unsure of how to spend my time, I didn't have any plans for my
weekend. So when school got out Friday
afternoon, I headed home for what I thought was going to be a quiet few days. However, on my way I came across a group of
little girls practicing a traditional dance.
There were people drumming and clapping along. These little girls in their dusty school
uniforms, probably no older than ten years old, danced with such grace and confidence
to the pulsing drum. Thankful for
nowhere to be, I stayed and watched.
When the dancing stopped, I began towards home again and
soon my cell phone rang. It was one of
the local Lutheran pastors who I had not yet met, announcing that he would like
to come visit... like right now. Well, I thought, now is my time to practice
some of the African hospitality I had been learning. When he arrived, I offered him tea. It was nearing dinner time and I knew I
should offer him something to eat. My
roommate Becca and I looked in our pantry.
It was pretty empty because we had planned to go to the market the next
morning. We had some rice, half a
cabbage, and an eggplant. Becca
graciously cooked what we had. We ate
with our guest and talked about his new congregation. After a few bites of our quickly thrown
together meal, he suggested that he come back on Monday with his sister and she
would teach us how to cook like Rwandans.
I smiled and said that would be nice.
Saturday Becca and I wandered around a craft expo that
was in town for the weekend and then joined our students for a game of
basketball. A friend texted us and said
he would come over that night and teach us how to make chapatti (a fried Indian
flat bread). I sent him a text back:
Yes, that would be great.
Sunday morning I ventured off on my own to the local
Lutheran congregation for worship. My
students sat by me and invited me to stay for lunch afterwards. “Yes,” I told them, “I would love to.” On my way home my phone buzzed again, this
time a text from another friend asking me if I would like to go out for
dinner. “Sounds great,” I replied.
My weekend did not go as planned. And I am so grateful for that. I am slowly learning how to let go of my
expectations, my need to plan, and my desire to be in control. The experiences and enlightenment that this
year will bring cannot be planned.
Letting go is easier said than done.
But if we don’t stop trying to be in control, we might miss the
sunrise. Or a beautiful display of dancing. Or a dinner guest. Or a game of basketball. Or chapatti…
... I had planned to sit down and blog earlier today. But my computer was dead. And the power was out again. My instinct was to be frustrated but then I
sat back and smiled. Yes, Lord, I’ll let
go.