A Visit to The Killing Fields

My personal reflection on The Killing Fields and why I’m so grateful that the Good News has come to this land.

I stand here in silence. The smell of incense wafts through the air as the wind blows tenderly across my face. I peer left to see the red stick of Asia gently burning; releasing its smoke into the world at large. Faces of helpless victims pierce my very soul as I force my eyes to gaze upon the memorial that holds the skulls of thousands. The Killing Fields…

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