Train up a child in the way he should go:
and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6 KJV
I sit here with a Momma's heart. A heart of faith, belief and strong conviction. A belief in moral absolutes, right and wrong while holding a high value of life...ALL life. I am a Momma sitting here in horror thinking and praying for Momma's around the world of children being persecuted for their faith.
I just minimized the screen of a report on the attack of a Michigan State University student, Zachary Tenner.
All my heart could think of as I read was the Mother of this child. This family has raised their son to believe in their faith. They have taken care of seeing that he went to school, learned, achieved and grew. This is a Mother who I am sure proudly packed up her son and sent him on to a higher institute of education with all the excitement, anxiety, fear and accomplishment. Proud.
And now this son whom she raised to believe in the Jewish faith has been attacked viciously because of believing the very values that she, her family and her religious community instilled in him. I can not imagine.
Then as my world worked through the silence I am angry. Angry that yet again we have another innocent life attacked because of what they believe. Attacked because they are different. Attacked because they were BOLD enough to walk in their belief rather than cower down to the pressures of the world that want Jews and Christians to believe in NOTHING. They want us to believe that there is no God. They want us to believe that there is a value system that is worth while beyond the Testaments that we hold so near and dear to our hearts. The world wants to reshape what we believe, who we are and many are willing to do it at any cost. ANY COST.
The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.
WHAT CAN MAN DO TO ME?
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Are we losing the battle? Do we really live in a world that would rather hate people of faith, hate those who try to serve and to love and to encourage and pray for the needs of others? Why...how...when did we get here? My fear is that authentic love has been replaced with treasure, emotional distraction and instant gratification.
Better is little with the fear of the Lord than great treasure and trouble...
I am not sure of the details of the attack. I do not know the verbage that was exchanged prior to. What I do know is that the barbaric details that have been released reveals a frightening picture of the upcoming generation that is being trained up far away from the ways and the will of our Almighty Creator.
PARENTS, we should be parenting with spiritual intent. It is our responsibility to raise up the next generation of bold followers of Christ...a generation of worshippers who will seek Him in spirit and in truth. It is our duty to be praying for this generation...may people AWAKEN...rally their courage and take a stand for RIGHT while being led by the Spirit of Love.
Take a moment today and in the days to come and pray for the healing of Zachary Tenner and for the protection of persecuted people of faith throughout the world.
Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed...
II Corinthians 4:9
DAYS GONE BY: As a child I remember attending big tent revivals in the middle of hay fields in rural Arkansas. My Grandfather was a minster and the tents were always perched in his fields of green. We sang, listened to evangelist, prayed, baptized in cattle troughs. Our worship community laughed, hugged, loved and always and ALWAYS enjoyed homemade ice cream at the end of our meetings. It was a simple thing as a child...it was a simpler time. Ahhh, such precious memories. I pray that my kiddo will some how create and relish in his own sweet memories of days spent in worship, surrounded with amazing people...without worry or fear...and possibly a scoop of homemade ice cream.
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