Becky forgot to tell one of her shining moments of last week. We went to the opening of a new Baptist Seminary this last Sunday to get some shots for Becky's mom who had done some teaching in the uncompleted building while she was here. As soon as we entered we met this guy who was a Baptist preacher from the states. We knew immediately that he had a slightly more conservative perspective than we were comfortable with. Unfortunately we were seated next to him during the ceremony. He went on to tell us how he has been in the country for four years and that he can give us the "white/foreign perspective" if we wanted it. He also revealed that despite the fact he has been here for four years he hasn't learned the language. I think I know more Kinyarwanda than this guy. The church he started is the sort that things the King James' Bible is the inspired word of God. When we were leaving we asked him about his church and he said that they are, and I quote, "Conservative, right-wing, fundamentalist Baptists." He then asked us if we'd ever heard of them before. Without missing a beat Becky said, "Yeah, my mom's a Baptist pastor." He didn't have much else to say after that. It was brilliant.