When the news broke on Sunday night that twenty-one more Christians had been executed for their faith, I sat in silence. I was speechless in the jarring juxtaposition between a game of charades with my family and that image of men kneeling in the sand, a moment away from death.
Families lost their husbands, fathers, and sons because they were men of the cross.
And it isn’t easy to face it. It isn’t easy to see this pain and this escalating persecution…it isn’t easy to bear witness to the unmerciful hands of hatred and evil. It’s one thing to know that, theoretically, there is persecution in the world. It’s quite another thing to see it before our eyes right after we tuck our kids into their beds.
The thing is, though – this isn’t new. These are not isolated events. Organizations like Open Doors track and minister to oppressed and…
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