So after church, the kids went home with Lisa because the Gen*cide Memorial would have been too much for them to see. Mike and Christine answered questions and talked about what happened those 100 days in April through the early part of July 1994.
Jeremy and I had our first date on April 22, 1994, just days after the killings began in Rwanda.
We had no idea that such a horrific event was taking place in a country that would one day become very dear to us.
The Memorial we visited was once a church. Many people sought refuge within the doors of the church, thinking they would be in a safe place.
Men, women, children, babies.
It became the place of gruesome death.
The church benches have piles of bloodstained, rotting clothes.
There are holes in the ceiling and walls from grenades exploding.
There are still blood stains visible on the brick.
In basements below, we walk past human bones. Skulls showing brutal deaths.
The guide is sharing stories that I cannot bear to record here. Our guide does not look older than 25 years.
What is his story?
We are invited to ask questions at the end.
"So how has reconciliation and restoration taken place in the last 16 years?"
The guide smirks. You can see his heart in his eyes and behind his politically correct answer.
How can you forgive? How can there be restoration?
Only by the grace of God.
Only by His healing.
Apart from Christ, it would be impossible.
After we left, I looked at every Rwandan in the context of the gen*cide.
How old were they?
Were they holding a machete, trying to escape, or trying to keep out of it?
What happened to their family?
You see a beautiful countryside where people are building houses and growing crops.
You see people walking to work and to school.
But what about the heart?
What's on the inside?
What does God see?