There are stories that are destined to grab the attention of all the world. To fall on the ears of all humankind.
Elie Wiesel had to write “Night”. The story had to be told. Immaculee Ilibagiza had to write her story “Left to Tell”. She was burdened to do so. And Charles has a story that God has called him to share. But he needs a platform to get it out. Will you be his voice for this story to reach the world? He is asking you to be his platform, his voice.
His name is Charles. He was 9 years old when 10,000 of his Rwandan people were killed all around him. He found himself in a church amidst the stench of his own people. They were killed by their neighbors.
It was mid April of 1994 and Charles heard them coming with whistles and shouts from the north, from the east, and from the south. They were surrounded and they were trapped. All 10,000 of them on the small property of the Nyamata church. As all the men were slaughtered on the outside of the church, the women and children and remaining men inside braced for what would come next.
They broke through the northeast window and also through the main entrance. With a few rifles, some grenades, and mostly clubs and machetes, they began to take down one Tutsi at a time. Charles’ 9 year old eyes saw them take no mercy on man, woman, or child. All were doomed to destruction, but also humiliation.
The side room by the entrance was given one of the greatest punishments in the massacre. For they had locked themselves into the room and had stalled the process of the killers. For that, each one was cut up limb by limb, with their body parts being tossed into the crowded sanctuary of blood, horror, and utter chaos.
Charles saw grenades fly into the huddles of people as the explosions shot their blood to the ceiling leaving splatters that are still visible today. Women were brutally murdered as Charles recalls two supporting beams inside the church that were points of torture for two precious women. The woman to his right was pierced with a spear from the genitalia on up through the mouth. He described it like he saw it happen yesterday. He was bold to share such graphic detail. He had to.
It was behind a small baptistry to the right of the pulpit that Charles found sanctuary amidst a pile of dead bodies. For some gracious reason, his body was assumed to be among the dead and so his life was spared along with 7 others.
7 of 10,000.
He stayed there for 2 days amidst thousands of corpses. Both family and friends. Neighbors and acquaintances.
15 years later, Charles is sharing his story. He escorts both domestic and foreign visitors through this very church now a memorial site. He relives this horrifying tragedy with every group that comes to visit Nyamata. Why? He will tell you. He wants you to be an ambassador of this atrocity. He asks you to tell this story to others so that it will never happen again.
Today he lives in the same community with many of the men who participated in the killings. But they are a part of the community. They have been forgiven. The hatred has not built up. The guilt has not strangled the perpetrator. Forgiveness and reconciliation have been the anthem of Charles’ community. Also, the anthem of his heart.
Will you be an ambassador for Charles? His story must be shared. It should fall on the ears of everyone of us so that we can learn to love and not hate. Forgive and not avenge.
This story of tragedy and reconciliation must spread. Be the voice of Charles. Be his ambassador.














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