Okay, so I was wrong. The day after the genocide memorial was the topper of the topper. The next day we went back to our work site and learned just how deep the love and forgiveness of the Lord is. It was our final day with the men and women prisoners that we worked along side. Coming from the genocide memorial the day before, we could feel the seriousness of what the prisoners had done far more deeply. In essence, they were the ones who put all those bodies in the memorial. At the close of our work, a couple of them were asked to share their stories, what they did during the genocide. This man, we called Boss, because he was so hard working and kept everything running smoothly, shared his story of his killing. He was so overwhelmed with the burden of his sin and such deep sorrow over what he had done. He asked us to do everything we could to continue to help Rwanda. He also said that he loved building houses because it was in some way putting back together what he had destroyed.
And that is when we got to share specifically, the love of Jesus. We shared the gospel with them and then surrounded them all and prayed for them. And we asked that the Lord would take their burdens and give them new lives of hope and release them from their past. We also gave them all clothing as well. But when do we ever have to face forgiveness like that? "Love keeps no record of wrong, it does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." A perfect God does that for us crazy humans? Amazing.