Author Reflections –The Persecuted and My Quality of Life
The bruised and battered men and women huddled under a tarp held up by a single tree limb. Rain dripped through the jungle canopy, slid down the tarp, and pooled around their bare feet. Their lips moved as they sang from hymnals, but little sound was heard above the rain. They worshiped God quietly, not for fear of being beat again by their fellow villagers, but for fear of losing their few hymnals and Bibles. (Inspired by themes in Dark Liaison.)
Persecuted Christians of the world is a frequent writing topic for me. Growing up, traveling missionaries often stayed at my family home. As a youth, I remember listening intently to their stories of courage and sacrifice in mysterious lands. Long past my bedtime, I yearned to someday impact others as these brave men and women did.
As an adult, I still follow numerous missionaries dedicated to their calling regardless of the elevated dangers. I am just as humbled to hear of believers in communist or Muslim countries who give all they have just to worship God, even in secret.
Then, I become distracted and my mind is filled with frivolous concerns of this world, complaints about issues that do not matter for eternity, and desires for physical fulfillment. All around us is the belief that the blessings of God are fulfilled with worldliness. I want to better avoid this error.
I feel challenged to remember the faithful in distant lands, especially those who love not their own lives, even when faced with death (Rev.12:11). My quality of life is not more important than the soul of my brother-man. How do you keep this uppermost in your mind?
See you in the field!