M10

Very few things seem to move us anymore.

We know so much, but feel so little.

Our connections and wifi enable information to flow past our eyes, our preferred news stations run on 24 hour news cycles, things go viral each day, and yet I understand so much less of the world.  It is like the only things that make us snap our heads around in the clutter anymore are the truly shocking.  When reality in its brutality grabs us by the ears and we can’t look away.

Because in that moment we feel.

This morning I opened my Instagram feed expecting the usual posts I see.

Oh, Someone had waffles today…

It was the usual.

And then,

And then there is this video…

PLEASE WATCH THIS

A picture of a Syrian boy that did not choose a fight and found himself in one. 

His house bombed by his own government, a government so corrupt that the hospitals in the city are code named and constantly move locations because the government attacks the ambulances as they bring in wounded civilians.  

A boy (just a year older than my Jack) who is on his way to the nearest hospital (M10), and I am looking at his picture on my ridiculously expensive phone, while drinking my morning coffee, before I leave my house with my three kids to drop them off at various schools, which are staffed by people who may call me today but only because one of my kids had a fall on the playground and they would like me to know.

But this boy was brought to this ambulance in the middle of the night after being lowered from a bombed out balcony, the 4th child handed down to rescue workers, but the only one still alive.

God have mercy.

I, like so many that have seen or read the story of little Omran Daqneesh, have no words.

But as I scrolled down one more post, it seemed that God gave me some.

It was a post from Life Church’s amazing pastor that had spoken to his church about prayer last Sunday.  I will end with his words, and I hope they help you as much as they did me.  To pray and plead for the least of these…

“Don’t you ever, ever insult God by saying,

           “Well all we can do now is pray.”

I can just imagine God up in heaven going,

“Well you’re screwed now. 

       All you got is Me man.

           You’re down to Me man.  

                Now it’s really bad.”

No.  Prayer is never a last resort.

Prayer is always a first line of offense.”

 

So now, let’s pray….