And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor respected man. And there was a widow in that city who kept coming to him and saying, ‘Give me justice against my adversary.’ Luke 18:1-3 ESV
When tragic events first make the headlines many of us pray for the people affected. Shootings, floods, hurricanes or warfare touch our hearts with sympathy for the victims and their families. But to be like the widow in Jesus’ story we need to persistently exercise our faith in prayer. For those of you who have been interceding for Ukraine, here is an updated report on one ministry’s work in the warzone. With Thanksgiving approaching, may you consider not only praying, but also financially supporting outreaches such as Joni and Friends. They continue to serve long after we have turned our attention elsewhere to some new headline. The least of these little ones always makes the headlines of Heaven!
Though our nation is in turmoil with questions about racial justice along with the uncertainty of the Corona virus it might be good if we all take a breath and remember some things we have to be thankful for. With July 4th celebrations just around the corner remember that our founding fathers began this American experiment with the revolutionary idea that all men were created equal and were given rights, not from any government but from God. Though none of the signers of the declaration were perfect; the direction that they pointed us to as a nation has been a beacon of hope for people around the world. My own grandfather came at 16 years old in 1913, escaping the poverty of Messina Italy that had been devastated by the great earthquake of 1908 that left over 50,000 dead.
Today I think of our Nepali friends who came as refugees escaping ethnic cleansing just 10 years ago. Before we lose hope imagine where any of these would have gone if America were not here.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! – Inscription on the Statue of Liberty