Like it broke His.
A few days ago we went to the Saddam Museum in Suli, where they showed just a taste of what crimes were committed against the Kurdish, all for the gain of material goods (one of the main factors was greed, since soldiers could take the belongings of those they conquered) and to punish those who wanted their own nation.
Villages were wiped out, men, women and children, while all age ranges were imprisoned and tortured. The pictures show some of the cells (the one with the red blanket was used for children) while the picture of the man hanging is showing one of the ways they tortured prisoners with electricity. Playing in the background of that room was a recording of one of the actual interrogations.
The last few pictures show the alley in which prisoners were shot, along with photos of Kurdish children who were part of the genocide. Each light in the room of mirrors represents a village that was wiped out while the mirrors represent individuals. It's crazy to think that this was happening back in 1991, not all that long ago. I remember hearing about the horrors going on under Saddam's reign, but these images brought me a dose of reality.
It's hard to think of things like this going on...how does a human reach that level where taking another s life becomes a daily affair? But we all have that in us...not necessarily the will or desire to kill, but the nature that rails against God's law and will for things. We may not literally kill our neighbor, but we can hate them easily enough. The callousness that I often have towards people makes me ashamed and realize again the grace I need, and the grace that was granted.
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