What would it be like if our government turned on its own people? And started shooting. And bombing. And we had to flee. Across the Rocky Mountains. On foot. With our children.
That’s the scenario in Sudan. And South Sudan. Right now. Today.
In 2011, the people stood up for independence.
And the shots rang ring out. Right now. Today.
A woman and her three children are walking across rugged mountain terrain. Their shoes are thin. The food supply even thinner. The baby is dying.
The fallen world is falling around their campsite. They found a cave. They are blessed.
The woman and her children meet others on the path. They, too, are fleeing. They, too, are Christians. Praying. And walking.
More join them. The path thickens with those walking. Toward …
The path widens. The camps spread before them. They join multitudes. Hungry, ill, literally hunted. Chased from their homes and farmlands.
Cambodia. I can’t help but think of Cambodia.
And I must do something.
They are hungry. We can feed them.
They are thirsty. We can give them water.
They are desperate for freedom. We can share hope.
We can tell them of the One who gives us freedom in a fallen world.
We can pray. No link needed. Well, there is one: His heart to ours, at the cross.
REALITY CHECK: Reading books about past atrocities, mankind to mankind, can either numb us into complacency or compel us to compassion. I’ve been in both states. And I much prefer the latter.