Open Your Mouth for the Speechless: A Call to Pray for the Church in Iraq

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Over the last several days and weeks we have heard the news, seen the graphic images, and learned of an onslaught of wickedness, terror, and killing of men, women, and children in Iraq by the terrorist group ISIS.

When we hear of children being decapitated, women raped, men killed, and families and whole cities being torn apart, we may have several reactions: sadness, anger, rage, fear,  and despair are just a few. Many of those being targeted are Christians.

We want to scream, to cry, and to DO SOMETHING – but we may feel helpless. “After all,” we may think, ” I’m not the President or anyone with military power to save these poor people – what can I do?”

Choosing to Engage

While we may feel helpless to do anything, we must remember something – we are not. Thousands of our brothers and sisters in Iraq and around the world are very much helpless right now, but we are not. We can do something. In fact, we can do more than we may be able to even imagine for these people.

First we must make the choice to refuse to be indifferent to their suffering plight. It can be easier than we would like to admit to turn off the television and its shocking images (which is necessary), return to our world of relative ease and quietness, and forget (or at least cease to do anything in response to) to genocide that is occurring across the world.

As my friend so aptly described to me, “I get an update about the devastation in Iraq right next to an email in my inbox with 30 Great New Crock Pot dinner recipes. The cares of my own life just seem shallow and surreal next to all of this. I’m thinking about what to make for dinner and they are thinking about how to stay alive.

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Prayer is Our Greatest Weapon

The greatest gift we can give those suffering under oppression and terrorism is to refuse to forget about their plight. Hebrews 13:3 says that we are to, “Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, as if you felt their pain in your own bodies.

The greatest way to remember them, to hold them close to our hearts, is to lift them up in constant prayer to God. In fact, the Voice of the Martyrs has said that no matter where they go, the first request of persecuted Christians is always the same: “Pray for us.”

We can pray God’s Word over the lives of all these precious people, petitioning the “Lord of Heaven and Earth” to come to their aid and deliver them from oppression and give them strength to endure.

Where to start? I found this great three-page prayer guide for the Persecuted Church and wanted to share it with you.

If you would like to give financially to organizations who are on the ground in Iraq, Voice of the Martyrs has close relationships with the indigenous church in Iraq and are able to dispatch help to many Christians who fled Mosul. Check out this page to find out more.

Pray for the Persecutors

Pray not only for the persecuted but the persecutors – remember that Jesus turned Saul the persecutor into Paul the evangelist and he can pour His love and grace into every human heart who hears and turns to Him.

And pray for those who are in authority in our government, that God would guide them to make wise decisions on behalf of the innocent who suffer.

Refuse to be indifferent. In the words of Martin Luther King Jr., “The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.

 

 

When it Rains on Your Parade…

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton


I love rain! I really do. There is something about the clouds opening up and water falling from the sky that leaves me in awe at the intricate way that God has designed the Earth to continue on. Our garden grows, the flowers bloom, the grass gets greener. And at times, it is nice to just sit inside and watch the rain pour down and sip some hot coffee or tea, enjoying the fact that perhaps, just perhaps, where you were so urgent to go wasn’t  that important anyhow.

Now its time for an honest confession. Just this month, thunderstorms in generally have had the reverse effect on me. Instead of being that soothing, relaxing experience I am sure they were created to be, they have left me on edge and begging God in prayer to “please take them away!” If you live in Cheverly, you know what I am talking about and why. After two large storms that brought down our biggest tree as well as left us without power for 3 days, I am a bit weary when I hear rumbling in the sky.

That’s why, last Thursday night, right as I put my head on my pillow, when I saw lightning and heard the thunder, I immediately began to pray that it would just stop and that our power wouldn’t go out. It flickered, then came back on. Whew.

On Saturday morning, it decided to rain…and rain…and rain some more. Instead of being my normal “lets stay dry” mom and do something fun inside, I decided to just let the girls go crazy in the puddles at the park. Barefoot. As you will see from the picture above, Chesed especially relished in the adventure! We all three squished the wet mud and water between our toes and giggled. We ran around in the damp grass and slid down an extra-slippery slide. It was a blast. Then we came home and I made them homemade banana bread waffles for lunch! (for mine I used whole raw milk and a mix of whole wheat flour and wheat germ). The girls and I gobbled them up and I realized what a wonderful morning we had because we chose to just enjoy the rain.

It left me thinking that I wish I always “looked up” and found the good out of every circumstance that comes my way in life.

But sometimes the storms aren’t just physical, are they? I want to talk about disappointment today. Frustration. Hope Deferred. Patience wearing thin. I’m talking about when you look forward to something with great and eager anticipation and then – it doesn’t happen. It rains on your parade. You didn’t get the job you thought you would. The house you were going to buy  fell through. The trip you were going to take got canceled. Or how about when your child gets sick and you think “Ok, I can handle this.” You’re attitude is cheerful and optimistic. But then, your other kid gets sick. And you get sick. And your spouse has to work overtime and you are left to manage yourself and the children (while you are sick) all by yourself? (This recently happened to a good friend of mine). What we say when these things happen is, “Wow, when it rains…it pours!” Meaning, sometimes in life, everything seems to fall apart at once.

I wish I had the answer to why these things happen the way they do. Why, sometimes, does everything seem to fall apart all at once? I have determined after 32 years of living on this planet that is the wrong question to be asking. The question is – when circumstances get you down, how do you handle it?

Do you fall apart?

Do you get angry?

Do you blame God or other people?

I remember when I was a kid, my mom hated seeing me hurt. She would try everything in her power to alleviate my pain – be it physical, emotional, spiritual. She was amazing. But there were some pains in life that she couldn’t fix, and I think she realized over time that this was where I had a real chance to grow. To mature. To respond well to the hand that had been dealt to me or to find a way out (on my own) of the pit I had fallen (or jumped) into.

Grace has been sick the last few days and I found out she had a fever only hours before we were going to have a wonderful Mommy/daughter date to a wedding. We had picked out our dresses, planned for a sitter for Chesed, and she literally talked about it every day for a week. I was thrilled that she was so excited and anticipatory of something like this. Then, we couldn’t go. I will be honest. At first, I was just sad with her, cried with her, hugged her and said, “Its okay, honey. We will have fun on our own.” But inside, I was a bit mad. “Why did she have to get sick now, Lord? Don’t you know how much she wanted to have this experience?

After some grumbling prayers, the Lord graciously lead me back to James 1:2-4 – you know what I am talking about, right? I loved this translation:

Dear brothers and sisters,when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.”

An opportunity for joy? When everything is falling apart all around you? When you are totally bummed out and discouraged? How is this a time for joy??! Like many aspects of the Christian life, this can only be understood with an eye on the eternal. Oh RIGHT…the reason I named my blog “This Eternal Moment” – because every moment, when lived for the Lord and with eternity in mind, is never wasted but well invested.

So I ought to see that this is an opportunity to teach my daughter how to biblically handle disappointment. And an opportunity for me to trust God and to serve my daughter in a different way. And perhaps, for us to rest and reflect on the brevity and uncertainty of ANY of our plans.

And perhaps, when the thunder rolls and our lights flicker, I can keep an open hand and a heart at peace and believe that whatever happens, God will give me the strength I need to handle it in that moment.

How about you? Have you had any parades planned lately that got rained on? Any major or minor disappointments? How did you handle them?  What did they reveal in you? Will you, trembling and maybe even still angry, make the choice to move towards trust and joy today (Remember that all things work together for your good and God’s glory!) and away from self pity, sulking, and pessimism?

I would love to hear the challenges that you might be going through and how we can strengthen one another in this race….because it’s a marathon, not a sprint. And what we need now is endurance to keep on putting our faith and hope in the right place – in God alone.

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