Monday’s Musings—A Caring Life

‘My body is theirs to do what they want with it.’ That is what S. M. said of his captors.

He’s awaiting execution by hanging in Afghanistan. His crime—converting to Christianity. He’s been beaten, tortured, and sexually abused for his faith. Formerly a Red Cross worker, he is a father and an amputee with a prosthetic leg.

Tom and I read a link to our Christian brother’s story on Facebook last night. We sat in our pale green bedroom as rose-scented candles reflected off of our queen-sized poster bed. We were speechless—so we prayed.

Tom began, “Lord, we have no idea what that is like. Encourage him.” He went on to pray for his family, his health, his life, his death, even his entrance into heaven. I couldn’t speak. Part of my family was hurting so I ached.

I don’t understand that. In the book, Trusting God, Jerry Bridges makes a Biblical case for God’s sovereignty, His wisdom, and His love. I shared that with my husband. The only thing we could come up with is that we as believers are aliens here, like Abraham, looking for a better land.

2 Corinthians 4: 16, 17 states: “Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison.”

It’s impossible to understand that with our finite minds, so it must be viewed through the lens of faith. The heart of trust.

But still, we care, we hurt, we pray.

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