“Forgive me,” he mouthed.
As I stepped before the microphones and TV camera, I mouthed back, “I do.”
My house was burglarized recently. Caleb, Abigail, and I, along with some friends from Austin who were in Rwanda adopting a sweet boy, went swimming at the local pool on a Sunday afternoon. It was a nice time. As we returned to the house, I honked at the gate outside our compound. No response. I was not too alarmed, as often our guard takes a few moments to get to the gate and open it. Yet, this time, after repeated honks, he did not come. I started to wonder . . .
I got out of the car and checked the door on the driveway gate. Unlocked. [Uh, oh] I walked in, opened the gate, and drove in. After we parked, I entered through our front door and noticed that my guests’ laptops were not where they usually left them — charging in our living room. [Uneasiness rising] I then unlocked the door to the kitchen (I had locked it so that our guard could not access the rest of the house other than the kitchen), and entered. I immediately noticed two things: the dishes and the guard’s lunch. When we had left two hours earlier, my guard was in the kitchen washing dishes and his heated lunch was on the stovetop. When I now entered, the dishes had not been touched since we left and his lunch was still on the stovetop (thankfully, the burners were off). I then walked briskly into my bedroom to see if my work laptop was where I had left it. Gone. My guests then came to me and told me that a large amount of cash was missing from their suitcase. As they had brought this cash and come to Rwanda to adopt a precious little boy, they were understandably shaken and angered. As was I.
(As an aside: It’s an interesting feeling when you discover that your home has been burglarized by someone you had come to trust. Helpless. Angry. Confused. Betrayed. And, strangely, compassionate. Why had he done it? Did I not pay him enough? Had we angered him somehow? Did I pay him for September? Turns out, he had simply been tempted and succumbed. Haven’t we all done this at one time or another (or, daily, even)?)
Fortunately for me, but not so fortunately for my guard, my job gives me occasion to interact with some of the leaders within the national police. Not knowing who else to call at the time I discovered the theft, I called my main contact there. He called the commander, and the commander sent an inspector within an hour of our discovery of the theft. To cut to the chase, within 48 hours of the theft the police had tracked and arrested my guard and recovered all of the stolen items save for around $75. Amazing. I praise God and commend the Rwanda National Police.
The day after the police arrested my guard, I went to the police station to claim the stolen items. Understandably, the police chose to publicize this case: to deter such theft and to encourage people to quickly report such crimes to the police. I was happy to publicly commend the police for the excellent job they had done. As I was about to step before the microphones and TV camera, however, they brought out my guard, cuffed and terrified. When our eyes met, he mouthed, “Forgive me.” I replied, “I do.” We later were able to exchange a few words among the din of the cameras and reporters and again he asked for forgiveness.
I think I meant it when I told him, “I forgive you.” But, here’s the thing: IJM’s work is predicated on the fact that laws are in place for a purpose and are to be enforced. If a man abuses a little girl and the law says he should get 20 years if convicted, he should get 20 years. Not only do I believe that enforcement of the law is a deterrent to those who would consider breaking the law, but when the law is enforced we can be sure that the man who abused the child will not be able to abuse any more children for at least 20 years. In the same vein, if the law says that a man who steals three laptops and lots of cash should serve time if convicted, then he should serve time. Laws are in place for a reason and should be enforced. Society depends on it for order. My guard got several years because he stole.Where I have had some conflict is where forgiveness comes in. I do believe I have forgiven my guard. That does not mean he should not pay his legally prescribed debt to Rwanda. The bottom line is that I believe that my choice to forgive my guard is separate and independent from whether he should suffer the consequences of his actions under the law of the land. This feels a bit messy but if forgiving my guard meant that he would go free, then that would go beyond personal forgiveness into impunity for breaking the law. Impunity equals putting others at risk. Impunity threatens order and a functioning society. Impunity is morally wrong.
I have forgiven my guard. But, it is right for him to go to prison for what he did, according to the law of the land. Please feel free to contact us to share your thoughts on this. You may see more about Lane’s police interview in these two articles, but they are in Kinyarwanda language - click here and click here. Here is the one article about the theft in English - click here.
It has been an eventful month at IJM Rwanda. Two weeks ago, IJM trained 35 judges and prosecutors on investigating and prosecuting child sexual assault cases. It was an amazing (and successful) opportunity to interact with these justice system leaders and to build their capacity to adequately and passionately protect the rights of Rwandan children. Check out a Rwandan news article about the training - click here. Check out the IJM website for highlights on the training - click here.
Also (that same week!), IJM Rwanda participated in a National Conference on Violence Against Children. One of our social workers presented on our work and I moderated a morning session. Both of these events resulted in IJM being recognized in the national paper. The publicity is not an end in itself but it allows us to assist more children and have a broader impact on the justice system. Praise God.
In the coming weeks, we will have five more trials of men who are accused of abusing IJM clients. Please pray for the truth to come to light, for the guilty to be held accountable, and for our clients to find restoration and healing through the process and our trauma counseling.
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Less than two weeks and counting! Baby Mearskat number 4 is on his way, scheduled to arrive on November 7th! On November 2, Caleb, Abigail, and I will fly back to Texas to be reunited with my wife and Luke. I am very much looking forward to time with family, Tex-Mex, football, and fall weather.

Alas, I will not be in Texas for the second consecutive World Series appearance for my beloved Rangers. My alarm is set for 2am local Rwandan time; first pitch is at 2:07am. “Hello, my name is Lane, and I am a baseball addict.”

Alas, I will not be in Texas for the second consecutive World Series appearance for my beloved Rangers. My alarm is set for 2am local Rwandan time; first pitch is at 2:07am. “Hello, my name is Lane, and I am a baseball addict.”Please also pray for me as a single parent of two energetic young’uns for two more weeks. We are so thankful for the several families who have been helping Lane by offering play dates after school for Caleb and Abigail. Here is a picture of them at a friend's house.
Please also pray for Anna and Luke. They are made it to Texas safely a few weeks ago and have been spending time with family in Dallas and friends in Austin. She is in her last few weeks of the pregnancy. Pray that our baby boy continues to grow as he should and also that he would wait for us all to be reunited in Texas before he arrives.
While in Texas, we signed up Luke for his first class of swim lessons. He is doing great learning to put his face in the water and kick those legs and move those arms all at the same time, whew!
While in Texas, we signed up Luke for his first class of swim lessons. He is doing great learning to put his face in the water and kick those legs and move those arms all at the same time, whew!
Thanks for your prayers and we'll keep you updated when Baby Mears arrives in less than two weeks!!
Blessings,
Lane and Anna
Caleb, Abigail, Luke, Baby Boy Mears























