As I write these words my heart is being ripped to pieces. The call to prayer is expounding from the Mosque around the corner, calling people into a lifetime spent seeking something that cannot save them. And at this same moment I am hearing the words “You’re the God of this city, you’re the King of these people, you’re the Lord of this nation. You’re the light in this darkness, you’re the hope to the hopeless, you’re the peace to the restless. There is no one like our God, greater things have yet to come, and greater things are still to be done in this city.”
When will the lost hear? When will the perishing be saved? When will the veils be removed from the faces of those not knowing they are being blinded by hopelessness? When will God’s people humble themselves, fall to their knees and plead His blood over His lost children? When will the Kingdom of God reign on earth, in Burkina Faso, the lives of hundreds sitting in the mosque right now? When will their destitution strike our hearts leaving us at a place where there is no other place to go but to our knees? When will we go to the ends of the earth? While we wait thousands die. Will you plead His power over these people? Will you take 5 minutes and pray that these loved ones would see the light, would chase the truth?
“the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light. And for those who lived in the land where death casts its shadow, a light has shined.” Matthew 4:16
“But whenever someone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” 2 Corinthians 3:16-17
“there is no other God, there never has been, and there never will be.” Isaiah 43:10
Thanks for the reminder. It's tough to remember the reality of the world when I rarely get outside the four walls of this house. Love you and praying for you.
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