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Perhaps it was the first weekend in December, it was Advent, anyway. Dublin had been filled with Christmas decorations, the shops stocked to overflowing.
Dublin was a long way away. In Burundi, probably the poorest nation on Earth, it was a day like any other. A day when the relentless, grinding poverty just ground its way onward.
The church service was to take place in a community that lay between Bujumbura, the chaotic capital city, and the Congolese border. To have travelled over the border, into the Democratic Republic of …