My mother’s passion as a corps officer was the home league, and I grew up seeing how vital this ministry was in the life of the corps, as a way to reach out to the community. The annual tea and sale was always a huge event, and I was happy to serve tables and wash dishes. As a teenager, I was part of the junior miss home league, and it was an important part of my development as a young woman.

In Rwanda, the land of a thousand hills, a village in Kayenzi perches along the top of a ridge, overlooking the valley below. Green hills, dotted with rust-red roofs, disappear into the distance. The land is divided into small farms—about 90 percent of Rwandans depend on subsistence agriculture, growing only enough food to feed their families. Children cluster at communal water taps, filling yellow containers, smiling and waving at passing cars.