This week in America a few things are happening all over:
- Talks of gratitude and thankfulness
- Family & friends gather together
- Food coma
- Massive store lines
- Heavy traffic.. everywhere
Yet, in parts of the world, this seems as minute as ‘talking about the weather’.
I came across a devastating article on Christianity Today this morning.
A 7-year old boy in India was tortured and killed for his belief in Christ.
He was mutilated in every way .. and then after the cutting, slashing, tying up and burning .. they threw him in a pond where he eventually died from drowning. I read this and every part of me boiled. Maybe it’s because I have nieces and nephews around this age. I pray for them daily. I pray that the Lord would protect them from the madness of this world and that they would come to Jesus. Yesterday.
I think about this child.
I wonder what could have caused such evil to abduct a child after leaving his Sunday School class. Alone and defenseless.
I think about the parents.
I’m sure they never thought they would be burying their child .. ever. It’s not in the natural state of order. My heart grieves and breaks for them. I pray for their faith. I pray God gives them waves of grace and mercy as they suffer through this agonizing pain. I pray that they somehow receive peace in the midst of a million questions.
I think about God.
I can’t imagine how much His heart grieves over His own creation killing one another for the sake of their gods and idols. How MUCH mercy He bestows upon us to repent of our sins and to turn to Him. Naturally, it almost seems foolish. Over and over. Chance after chance. I know this little boy is in the arms of Jesus. He suffered for the sake of Christ. Many of us will never see such suffering. We will never have to defend our faith in such a way.
I pray that our grip on this earthly home would be held loosely. This is not our home. I pray that we would cling to the Cross of Christ.. and that if we were asked to suffer for the glory of God that we would somehow be brave enough to do so. God never said this life would be all warm fuzzies and sprinkles. At times we would be called to be suffering servants of the King. I pray that I can do that well.
I’m grateful that nothing can stop the Gospel from spreading all over the world.. not even bullies who think they have the power of life and death in their hands. God is Sovereign over all things and will use these tragic, horrific trials for His glory. I pray that those men would come to Christ. I pray that they would radically come to love the Cross. I pray that the Lord would bring justice and defend the defenseless. I pray that He would be the advocate that He promises us in the Word that He is.
Even so, come quickly Lord.