Olivier.
Yesterday we thought that we might just be done recording. It was sort of a day of lingering…we didn’t have any more songs nor did we feel God was finished. Just as we were about to end, Olivier stopped by Almond Tree. Here is a little of Olivier’s story…
When Olivier was born in Rwanda, but moved to the Congo with his family when he was very young. His mother died and his father relocated their family with one of his previous wives (he had 3 wives) in Rwanda. There Olivier’s new mother abused Him physically and emotionally. In 94 he was the sole survivor from his family whom were all Tutsis. Olivier was around 10 years old. As he was fleeing the killing around him he rescued a girl who was buried in an outhouse. The two found shelter with a family, but soon, the family ran out of enough resources to support two children and asked one of them to leave. Olivier left. As he sought another shelter, a Hutu farmer recognised him and with his fellow workers began to torture Olivier. At one point they attempted to cut off his hands, but as the hoe fell Olivier involuntarily moved his hands out of the way. When they had their fill, they asked their servant to take him to a Hutu camp, but when the boy bought him next to a ditch Olivier was able to push the boy in and make an escape. A Hutu mother found Olivier and had compassion and bought him into her home. When her husband found out, he attempted to kill Olivier, but for some reason, I don’t quite remember, all I know is that it’s miraculous, instead of killing Olivier the father gave him directions for an orphanage where he would be safe. Between him and the orphanage was a Hutu camp. There was no other way to the orphanage and Olivier thought that he would probably die, but decided that it was his only hope–so he walked towards the camp. As he approached, the guards saw him, but before they could respond, a large group of Hutus approached the camp from the other side. The original camp, thinking that the approaching mass were RPF diverted their attention to the oncoming crowd. Olivier doesn’t remember how he got to the other side, but when he visited the location this past week God reminded him that He sent an angel to guide him through the chaos. He made it safely to the orphanage.
Several years later Praise, one of our team leaders, met him. In fact, Olivier was the first person Praise met 8 years ago and she remembers the hopelessness that he had. Today, Olivier is one of the most famous worship leaders in all of Rwanda and we tried to contact him when we first arrived into town, but couldn’t get his number. Praise randomly ran into him on the street and told him to go to Almond tree. He stopped by at the end of the day and promised he’d come back the following day to worship.
God wanted to fit this last song into the cd. It’s a song of remembrance. A song of hope. A song of God’s power and a song of God’s grace. The lyrics are all in Kenyarwandan and are translated:
Look at where I’ve been
Look at what God’s done
Look at where I am
Thank you Jesus
Click a link below to preview of what we recorded. This is edited by me so it’s kind of an awful editing…but it’s a little taste




