Its 5 am. Rarely, will I comment on current issues here. I generally like to stay out of the fray and quote someone dead. However, my silence is short lived on matters of injustice. In Iraq, children are being killed, starved, and worse. When I first heard about ISIS, I had just pulled my head out of all the books I was reading for my senior capstone. I was surprised at the silence of our government and military. Isn’t Iraq the nation where we have meddled since Operation Desert Storm? Yes. Okay. Just checking. So there is a freaking crazy terrorist group that is ransacking Iraq and we are…. Pulling out?
I’ve spent a lot of time studying wars. A LOT. I’ve spent a lot of time studying genocides. A LOT. Yet, I was not prepared to think that in our post-holocaust world, leaders of various countries would not be interested in stopping this insanity. I had hoped that man had seen the dangers, had studied the warning signs, and even dared to hope that man would not want another world war. My hopes were dashed and I stand reproached.
What then, shall we do? Shall we go on ignoring the situation so that evil may increase? By no means! Our sense of justice should smart, our sense of equality should be defiled, above all our sense of protecting the little man, protecting those who cannot speak should be shouting so loudly that it demands to be heard. I am so thankful to live in the land of the free. Yet, I am not so comfortable that my soul is not in anguish. I do not mean sharing news stories on facebook, urging people to pray, and then shooting up a little feel good prayer. I mean the kind of anguish that leaves you in a fog. You grope about life wondering what is going on. Feeling completely incapable of doing anything to help anyone.
I read this morning about a group of people trapped on a mountain. They are surrounded by enemies. They are without water and food. The world stops to help…. Nope…. It keeps spinning. And then, I read Isaiah.
“Behold, the Lord’s hand is not so short that it cannot save; nor his ear so dull that it cannot hear.” (59:1)
“Therefore, justice is far from us, and righteousness does not overtake us; we hope for light, but behold, darkness, for brightness, but we walk in gloom.” (59:9)
“Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands far away; for truth has stumbled in the streets, and the upright cannot enter. Yes, truth is lacking; and he who turns aside from evil makes himself a prey. Now the Lord saw, and it was displeasing in His sight that there was no justice. And he saw that there was no man, and was astonished that there was no one to intercede; Then his own arm brought salvation to Him, and His righteousness upheld Him.” (59:14-16)
“Oh, that You would rend the heavens and come down, That the mountains might quake at Your presence- As fire kindles the brushwood, as fire causes water to boil- to make Your name known to Your adversaries, That the nations may tremble at Your presence! When You did awesome things which we did not expect, You came down, the mountain quaked at your presence. From the days of old they have not heard or perceived by ear, nor has the eye seen a God besides you, Who acts in behalf of the one who waits for Him.” (64:1-3)
I don’t have answers. I don’t know what to do. I only know this. During these times, when the darkness of evil spreads across the earth, there is a light. This light once shone among the darkness and we knew it not. This light is the hearts of all who carry the flame. He is the hope of humanity. Therefore, my friends, let us tear down the gates of hell with earth shattering prayer. Let us look to men like Rees Howells for guidance. Let us stand on their shoulders and demand justice on earth. After all, if the Kingdom of God is at hand, then we have a distinct responsibility to act like it. What does that mean? In the Kingdom, orphans find homes, evil is dispelled, love-the kind of love that will die to protect those who need it- abounds. Here, people do not die of starvation. Here, children are cherished, not beheaded. Here, evil faces Light and cowers in its consequences. Let us not grow weary in our prayers. Let the Father teach us how to battle against the powers of the air. Remember, hell hath no fury like a beloved scorned. The Beloved is scorned. The kingdom is now.