Today the world is remembering Rwanda and the genocide that started there 15 years ago.
I have a confession to make. In the ninth year of the 21st century, and on my own 46th birthday, I may be the last activist left in America that has never penned a blog.
Here we are again, and again, and again. It is not a new message or a new concern. People have been suffering, starving, raped, beaten and killed year in and year out.
I was on a conference call for an hour and a half last week. It was intense. I haven't fully calmed down from it. I paced back and forth in the living room for a good portion of it.
I guess that people are on a journey when it comes to faith. Some admit to being on a journey, while there are those who state they have arrived.
I recently heard a voice from Darfur. She sat on a stage in front of me, not on the pages of the newspaper, and Darfur's resilient voice said, "The crisis has turned our lives upside down."
The United States has recognized that genocide is taking place in Darfur, Sudan. That recognition is now five years old.
We stand at what could be the greatest divide in American history.
A Ugandan Catholic priest, the child of Rwandan parents -- one Hutu and the other Tutsi -- explains how missionary Christianity helped create the divisions that led to genocide.
Rich Cizik has been a pioneer in the "new evangelical" movement and a real hero, especially to the next generation of young believers.