Today was the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church. Of course, our pastor spoke on persecution throughout history, both of the Jewish people, and of Christians.
To say it was a tough sermon would be a gross understatement. I know it's cliché, but hearing the stories of men, women, children, and families being mistreated, abused, kicked out of their homes, killed, or forced to watch as their family members are killed really brought home how very small my problems are. And how big God is.
A God who sustains these men and women as they face the worst this world has to offer, and still has time to hear my prayers over the nothingness that are my "needs." A God who loves those killing His children, loves them enough to save them, should they repent. And still loves me, in spite of my cowardice. A God who holds all of history, and chooses, for His own good reasons, to allow this all to happen. A God who truly sees the big picture of it all, whose heart breaks with His children, and who sings over His sons and daughters. A God who longs for relationship, and who created that same longing within us. This same God wants each of us, wants YOU to be His. How incredible, how amazing is that?!
No comments:
Post a Comment