I am sitting down on a swivel chair at my desk. Outside my window, the tree moves gently as the wind blows on by under a partly cloudy sky. Cars travel on toward or from the town with little fear of anything. I live in a family that cares for each other and knows Jesus Christ. I help my mother as she homeschools. Thankfully, I'll be working again soon. Apparently, I deserve to die because I am a Christian and an American.
Fellow believers in Christ are being murdered, hung, and buried alive. All this happens as I sit here in the land where Christians are not threatened with losing their lives. It is like watching a movie; too stunned to think or react. All I can do at this point is pray for them. I ponder what it would be like to lose one's life for Christ by being buried alive under so much dirt, suffocating. To have my head be cut off. To have a knife sliced through me at the hands of one who has so much hate. This is what happens in a sinful world that does everything it can to take God, the Alpha and Omega, out of everything.
While they suffer, I sit here typing about it. I seem to be in a whole different world hearing horrible stories of human beings killed at will.
On the other hand, there is a different genocide happening here in my homeland. My country is the U.S.A. I am ashamed that it has buildings where young, unborn humans are executed. It doesn't matter who the child is in people's eyes. They are ripped apart before they even see their own parents. The same viewpoint goes for those who kill for Islam. They don't care who it is they are killing. It only matters whether that person is Muslim or not.
I pray for those who have lost loved ones, who are being persecuted, and their families. I'll even pray for the people who could care less for them.
Fellow believers in Christ are being murdered, hung, and buried alive. All this happens as I sit here in the land where Christians are not threatened with losing their lives. It is like watching a movie; too stunned to think or react. All I can do at this point is pray for them. I ponder what it would be like to lose one's life for Christ by being buried alive under so much dirt, suffocating. To have my head be cut off. To have a knife sliced through me at the hands of one who has so much hate. This is what happens in a sinful world that does everything it can to take God, the Alpha and Omega, out of everything.
While they suffer, I sit here typing about it. I seem to be in a whole different world hearing horrible stories of human beings killed at will.
On the other hand, there is a different genocide happening here in my homeland. My country is the U.S.A. I am ashamed that it has buildings where young, unborn humans are executed. It doesn't matter who the child is in people's eyes. They are ripped apart before they even see their own parents. The same viewpoint goes for those who kill for Islam. They don't care who it is they are killing. It only matters whether that person is Muslim or not.
I pray for those who have lost loved ones, who are being persecuted, and their families. I'll even pray for the people who could care less for them.
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