How Things Bring Us to Change for the Better

1978: The original three missionaries to Dahomey (Benin) with early members. Kathy is in the middle.

 

By Kathy Harting Rigney

Kathy Harting Rigney was one of the original three missionaries to Dahomey (now Benin). She later moved to Ivory Coast (Now officially Côte d’Ivoire) and became regional leader for West Africa. Since then, Kathy has worked in various regional positions on the continent of Africa, including as a special emissary of True Parents. She is currently holds the chair of UPF for the greater Africa region. This testimony is drawn from one Kathy wrote while she was in Côte d’Ivoire more than thirty years ago.

 

In America it is almost considered impolite to eat at a stranger’s house on the first visit. In Africa, however, if someone visits you, you must always invite them to eat; and if you visit them and refuse their invitation, it is a gross insult. Everything is so different. For example, one should never receive anything with the left hand. And if you make mistakes, even though it is in complete ignorance or innocence, the people are highly insulted and don’t even try to understand that you just did not know.

The only answer was to try to become sensitive, to ask questions, to realize that they also have a tradition, a culture, and a way of doing things which was different from mine, but just as valuable and to be respected. You begin to open up. You’re forced to open up if you want to communicate with the people. And you discover that another world exists, quite different from your own. You discover how God has also been guiding these people, teaching them, loving them. And you begin to change.

I must admit, in the beginning I really wished that I could return to America one day. I longed for the people I loved, the language and culture and tradition that I understood. But once I began to open up, once I began to discover this new world of Africans—not to mention the new world of Japanese and Germans—I also found that I never wanted to return to America for good. To go on to another new world, yes. That I could imagine one day. But to return to my old ways of thinking, of acting, of loving—no. I never wanted to go back to that again.

It took a long time to understand African tradition and culture and an even longer time to respect it. But I do respect it today, and more than respect, I can honestly say I love it. I love the people—their languages, their culture, their tradition, their heart. The world is full of wonderful people, and I never knew it. How lucky we missionaries are to have had these experiences. If I think of it, my eyes fill with tears of gratitude to Heavenly Father and True Parents. I made so many mistakes and, believe me, I suffered from them. But each pain, each tear, each suffering is golden, really golden.

To change a person is not an easy thing. How well True Father must know that. He tries and tries to teach and train us. But we are so immovable. Yet in a foreign mission something wonderful happens. You are forced to change, just to survive. You are forced to open up, discover new people, learn how to love, even to be accused and then overcome your fallen nature. It’s hard, really hard, but it’s so very wonderful! It is a long road to walk, so much more to change, to restore. But the march has begun and even though we’re so tiny in stature compared to what we should be, one day we’ll make it. Of that I am really sure.

1987: Kathy with other missionary families and an increasing number of church members.

1 Response

  1. Simplice Zadi says:

    I love these missionaries, especially Kathy Rigney. I guess you can say I am a little bias because she is my spiritual grandmother; I am the spiritual son of the then-young man standing on the far right in the 1978 photo. Truly, truly, indeed, things bring us to change for the better! Before my encounter with this blessed bunch, my universe did not extend beyond the 322, 000 square kilometers boundary of the Ivory Coast. Today, however, I am serving in the federal government of the United States of America. Who would have thought! And I too love the US, its people, tradition and heritage…so much so that I wonder if I ever want to go back to my country of birth and to all that is tight to it. But, yes I will go back one day because I also know that’s one of Kathy’s wishes.
    But beyond the external parallels and similarities, the real point I am trying to make is about the underlying catalyst; that which causes a person to stretch him/herself so as to accept, love and see things differently than he/she is pre-disposed to from his/her environment of birth. Is that something that only has to do with youth?
    Youth is certainly a fertile ground for it but really, it is the purity and power of the Divine Principle, the teaching of our True Parents. Somewhere in the level 4 book, it is referred to as “…The Principle, which has the vitality to deeply move the human mind and spirit and to transform a searching individual into a person of new character centered on God”, and I know it is true.
    Why am I saying this? One might ask. Well, because I am a bit saddened by what I am seeing in our own ranks these days. I miss the good old days.
    Though we still have the same Divine Principle today, I see some growing trend of intolerance towards those of us who see things differently, sometimes even when that “seeing things differently” is just an impression or perception.
    I could go on, but let’s just put a Band-Aid on it or else someone might feel offended and might tag me one way or another. Sorry! I just miss the good old days and the genuine love among brothers and sisters that my spiritual grandmother’s testimony makes me feel again.

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