It's past my bedtime. Well past. But sleep won't come easily tonight. I finally got to see "Hotel Rwanda" with Mark, Paul, Jack, and Bill. It's not the kind of movie you walk away from and forget. This genocide is recent history. It happened while we lived in Abilene. Nearly a million people were hacked to death in Rwanda while the world turned its eyes the other way. (As one journalist explained in the movie, people will see it on t.v., they'll be upset, and then they'll go on with their meals.) Remember how so many churches rented out theaters to watch "The Passion of the Christ?" I wish we had done this with "Hotel." And instead of encouraging people to read the latest tripe on the Christian distributors' best-seller list, we ought to beg people to read Philip Gourevitch's We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families: Stories from Rwanda. Genocide is still happening in Africa--in Darfar (Sudan) and in the Congo. AIDS has ravaged whole populations of parents. Malaria and other diseases continue to take their toll. And starvation is a real possibility for nearly half the population of the continent. So tonight is a night for prayer and for wondering what this means for my life.