Children are dying. From thirst, hunger and the brutality of the human hand. Women are being ravaged and sold to slavery and sex trafficking after their men are slaughtered in front of them. I cannot fathom this.
A world away in Iraq there is a battle raging unlike one that has been seen in generations. The painting has been on the wall. Red marks and hate painted to designate the home of a believer. Ironic that once blood over the doorway caused the angel of death to passover, and now it calls a different death. A brutality against the world and all humanity.
My stomach rolls and lerches at the headlines and the history. Did the Nazis spike the heads of children as a warning? Or is this a new horror to add to the list of ways that man will harm man for the deadly reason that he can?
A world away is not so far now in this time of technology and broken spirits. How long I wonder before the hatered spreads and our own soil is wet with the blood of believers? Hate begets hate and violence begets wounds and violence and the brokenness that cannot mend. And I cry out and beg for mercy. For the hand of the father to look down and protect his children. And I sob for the mothers in a land of murdered children and slaughtered husbands and I pray: Jesus come.
Jesus come and wipe this slate clean. Jesus come and break these bonds of terror and evil. Jesus come and show the world that your love is the only thing that can sew up these broken pieces in this tattered tapestry of humanity. Jesus come and bring peace to those who have been so faithful and paid for it dearly.
Jesus, please come.