In class, we have been learning of the atrocities carried out in Rwanda in 1994 by the Hutu people against the Tutsi people. The stories are heartbreaking to hear of entire families wiped out by neighbors and friends. We watched a DVD that showed how President Paul Kagam authorized the release of prisoners that had taken part in the genocide. Not only were these prisoners released, but they went back and lived in their houses. Some of these criminals were the ones who had murdered their neighbors. The film displayed the miraculous healing that the church is facilitating. People are finding forgiveness, and through that forgiveness, they are finding freedom and, remarkably, reconciliation. The process is heart-wrenching for both victim and victimizer, but the results are divinely beautiful.
As I think about growing up in Cyprus, there is so much hate and bitterness. The people feel wronged and they are entirely right. They were robbed and they know it. I feel like that is what makes the issue so hard to solve. The people will not let go of their right to be victims. I see what is happening in Rwanda and I pray God would work in the people of Cyprus. So many people do not know God there, and I see how it is hurting them. I have had to consciously apply the gospel into how I think of the Turkish people. It feels good to be on the "poor victim" team, but the hate and bitterness that comes with it are not what God has for us. How Jesus changes our perspective is beautiful.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.