22,000 presumed dead. 40,000+ still remain unaccounted for. 1 million + homeless. This is Myanmar (also known as Burma). They need water. They need relief. They need Jesus.
I pray for them. Myanmar is one of many countries in the world that is hostile to the Christian faith.
Though I do not personally know anyone from Myanmar, I am confident that I have brothers and sisters that live there.
Though I do not personally know anyone from Myanmar, I am confident that I have brothers and sisters that live there.
And one day, I will sing, along with my Burmese brothers and sisters the words of Revelation 5:9
"You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased men for God from every tribe and language and people and nation."
God promises to purchase men from every tribe, every language, every people, every nation.
Including Burma.
His blood reaches not only into South Carolina suburbia, but also to remote jungle villages. His power is greater than that of a cyclone. His heart is compassionate for the cries of the homeless and downcast in the country of Burma too.
I remember when Katrina hit New Orleans. I remember when the planes flew into the Twin Towers. I have seen the looks on these faces before. Looks of desperation. Looks of despair with no hope. Looks of urgency but no where to go.
I pray that through these disasters, God multiplies the ministry of the underground church in Burma. I pray that the faithful warriors of prayer will grow stronger through this trial. I pray that their faith in a powerful, all-loving, compassionate God would not diminish, but rather would experience supernatural growth.
I pray that the hope of Jesus would shine brighter than the pervasive false and hopeless religion of the Theravada Buddhists. I pray that God would open the eyes of the SPDC leaders and specifically Than Shwe to the living Gospel of Christ. I pray that He would trade in his temporary medals of honor for an eternal crown of glory.
I pray that my almighty Savior, who supernaturally gave my blind eyes sight, would do the same for these people - His beloved creation.
I look forward to meeting my friends one day - the fellow laborers for Jesus all the way on the other side of the world. Faces I'll never see until that day. Names I probably won't ever be able to pronounce. All, with one voice, proclaiming together with joy and amazement:
"Worthy is the Lamb that was slain."