If you are a lover of beautiful words then I hope you are reading Ann Voskamp’s blog, A Holy Experience.
She is a farmer’s wife who homeschools, counts the gifts, and calls us an Esther generation – called for such a time as this.
Yesterday she wrote a letter to the North American Church and called on us as sisters to stand up and “howl” about what is happening to a generation of women and children in Iraq because of ISIS.
She dared to propose that it is time for the Body of Christ to say, “Not on my watch.”
I was sitting in bed reading it out loud to my husband with tears in my eyes.
My heart broke. How can this be happening and how can it be OK?
It’s evil of the worst kind. And these women and children are left in the wake.
Their whole world uprooted because of unimaginable evil running rampant in their home and cities.
No regard for human life.
It’s scary. And it’s happening today. And it’s happening in our world. And it’s happening on our watch.
Reading her story, I was reminded of a verse in the bible that honestly, as a mother, has always disturbed me a little.
In Matthew 24, Jesus is talking about the signs of the “end of the age” and He says in verse 19:
“How dreadful it will be in those days for pregnant women and nursing mothers.”
Now let me preface again, I am not a theologian or bible scholar and woe be to me if I misuse God’s words in any way, but that verse has stayed with me all day as I have thought about those women and their children.
How dreadful it will be.
Can you imagine anything more dreadful than seeing your spouses killed, fleeing from your home, and having to CHOOSE to leave some of your children behind? And your new life is inside a shipping container in a place you don’t know and a language you don’t speak?
How dreadful it will be.
As our world grows more out of control, I have to look to His word for truth, knowing He is our only hope.
I’m thankful that He uses people like Ann to speak truth with action.
See, Ann didn’t just share a story, she offered a solution that we could all be a part of… giving out of our blessing to the “Preemptive Love Coalition.”
Help these women find new life. Help their children go to school. Love in the most practical way.
They need us to love.
And if we were honest, I think we need them too.
We need our comfortable life to be shaken up a bit.
We need to shed some tears for others.
We need to recognize that these are real horror stories happening to real women.
We need to be a part of something bigger than ourselves.
And we can do something, even if it is only one thing. Give. Pray. Love.