Christian Living, Finding Peace, Social Justice, Syria

#iamachristian #prayforsyria

I cried a lot today.

My friend, Michael, who just 6 months ago said, “I’ll never leave Syria. As long as there is any chance of news getting out of Syria, I will stay and translate it.” left Syria today.


Today, I went to church.

Today I sang worship songs again and again to help me remember who God is.

That He continues to be a God of wonders and miracles, who works all things together for good.

Even this. Even this.

He won’t stop. He hasn’t stopped.

Our lives are not our own.

God is patient. He’s patient.

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9

He’s waiting for a repentant heart.

When I can’t even see a photo of ISIS, our Father sees one lost soul, and another lost soul. He see’s evil all over someone He made in His image and He wants that boy He made to repent. And He is patient.

Today we serve a God who has defeated the enemy.

And I know it doesn’t look that way.  I know.


Today we watch cities and nations collapsing by the weight to hatred,violence and fear.

Shootings…in schools.

And we wait.

We wait for our loving, kind, patient God to move.

We say our prayers and wait for God to move.

And Michael gets on his knees and faces Mecca and prays for God to give him safe passage.

We wait for God to move.

And I hold hands with church-ladies and pray for God to give Michael safe passage and for salvation…so He could know our God, our Savior the comforter of our souls.

And we place our trust in Him.

And we burn in our bones till it hurts because He lives in us and justice screams and wails for satisfaction.

And Michael sends a message on IM “It is well, lady. God goes with me. Pray for me.”


Are we know that He is moving even now.

And we know His ways are not our ways. And we know His ways are higher.

And we dare to reach out and reach out again until the one who is moaning for shelter connects with the open door and in that time we meet the face of God and look Him in the eyes.

Filthy face.

Dirt under our nails.

We see the kingdom.

We do not disrepair.

We. Believe.



To donate to boarder camps:

To open your home to a Syrian refugee contact Lutheran Social Services International Foster Program or on twitter #wewelcomerefugees


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