  BY: Rob Bell  Reprinted from Movement Three/"True" of "Velvet
Elvis: Repainting the Christian Faith" with permission of
Zondervan.  I was in Rwanda a few years ago, and a group of us
went hiking in the slums of Kigali with a woman named Pauline.
Pauline spends her free time caring for people who are about to
die of HIV/AIDS. She agreed to take us to visit one of her
friends who had only hours to live. We hiked through this slum
for what seemed like miles, and as we got farther in, the shacks
became smaller and smaller until all we had to walk on were
narrow trails with sewage crisscrossing in streams that ran
beside, and sometimes under, the shacks.  Eventually we ended up
in a dirt-floored, one-room shack about six-by-six feet. A woman
was lying under so many blankets that all we could see was her
mouth and eyes. Her name was Jacqueline. Pauline had become her
friend and had been visiting her consistently for the past few
months. As I knelt down beside her on the floor, I watched
Pauline, standing in the c