1. Jesus wept. It’s the shortest verse in the Bible. But there is reason to believe that Jesus may STILL be weeping, because precious children who are objects of His love are abused and subjected to inhuman cruelties every day all over the world, simply to enrich others.
2. Although the Scripture does not directly say that He is still weeping, if I understand the heart of Jesus and the heart of Scripture, I believe He is still weeping. He is weeping because His children are being deeply damaged by the sins of others. He longs to bring comfort and healing to them.
3. Because His children are put into situations where, because of what they have gone through, it is exceedingly difficult for them to receive His love, experience His salvation, understand His kindness.
4. Because He cares deeply about His hurting children. When you weep, it is because you care so much.
5. Because He is praying for us. The Scripture says that the Spirit prays for us with groaning that cannot be uttered. That’s the best description of heartbroken weeping I have ever read.
6. Because He created us for freedom, but we have made His children into slaves.
7. Because He created us to reign over the earth, but we have treated His children as a cheap thing, having no value except to serve us.
Yes, I believe Jesus still weeps over the children of the world, over my precious children in Africa. He weeps. He cares He feels their pain.
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thoughts on the War in Eastern Congo
The pictures and recent reports of fighting, rape, killing and displaced people are so hard for me to read, me, one who has given her heart to Africa's children, one who lived for nine years in Congo, one who considers the Congolese like brothers and sisters. I ask myself what I should be doing. Surely I should be doing something. I find no answer but to pray. I don't even speak the Swahili language or the other village dialects of the area. If the war were in Bandundu Province where I could communicate fluently...but it isn't. Not yet. So I pray, holding up to the Prince of Peace the war-weary Congolese. Please, Lord, protect them tonight. I know You are a Great Healer, Lord. Bring healing to the little three -year old girl who was raped. Bring healing to her torn body and to her wounded soul. I pray for the women and young girls who have been raped repeatedly. Lord, bring them peace. Lord, put a wall of protection about them. I pray for the soldiers on both sides, crazed with power and orders and witchcraft and drugs. Break through the walls they have built around themselves and let them see and feel and know what they are doing. Bring healing to them, too. Lord, You cried at the death of Your friend Lazarus. I know you cry at the suffering of the Congolese. Lord, bind up their wounds. May their sufferings drive them into Your loving arms, for there they will find peace for this life and for eternity. May the courage and peace of those who know You break through to the soldiers who were do them harm and cause them to also come to You. Lord, why are You allowing this? I cannot see any good in it, but I know Your Word says that all things work together for good to those who love You (Romans 8:28). I trust You, Lord. I believe You in the night, and I ask that You may turn this evil around for good for the Congolese people. In Jesus' Mighty Name, Amen!
PS: Lord, please show me what else I can do for this part of my big African family.
PS: Lord, please show me what else I can do for this part of my big African family.
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