The Feel of Death

When I was in Rwanda, we visited a site of a technical school where more than 50,000 people were slaughtered during the genocide. As a memorial, the bones were excavated and laid out in the open. Debbie made a comment when we visited that place that she heard absolute silence - no birds singing, no sound of children playing, just utter silence. I have been told the wind that whips threw the trees makes a sound in a minor chord.

We just returned from Good Friday service and they did a great job of having us feel the literal sting of death. But not just death, but the death of our Lord. At the end, they simulated in some small way the revulsion of nature at the death of the Lord. Death has a sting Paul says - we feel that sting. It is the sting that is caused by sin.