Lord, when did we see you as a stranger and take you into our homes?

I’m torn.  I try to keep my posts focused on healing our children from this awful disease.  We are parents doing everything in our power to save our babies from a life of fear, despair and the awful war inside their brain.

At first I thought, “These mom’s have enough on their plates, they can’t see beyond their own battle for their children.”  I’ve been there.  When every ounce of your being is focused on saving your child.

But then I realized, we are the ones who understand.  We have already gone to extremes to save our children from a life of torture and slavery to a disease they can’t control.

We’ve seen terror and anguish in the eyes of our babies and we’ve fought with everything in us to save him.  We’ve spent our money, our time, our prayers, our health, and we’d do it again, to save our children.

We understand the anguish of a parent who can’t do anything more on their own.  And we’ve banded together to support each other.  Pray for each other.  Help one another through this fight.

So I’m sharing my heart with you, once again.

There are more babies to save.  More children with demons chasing them through life.  More Dear Daughters and Dear Son’s with terror and worry in their eyes…written on their foreheads…bruising their souls.

We have all been marked by the battles we’ve been through.  Some wounds we’d rather hide.  Some wear the battle scars with pride.  Some of us volunteered for the fight.  Some of us were drafted against our will.

There is a story that when the Nazi’s forced the Jewish people to wear the Star of David on their arms, Corrie Ten Boom’s elderly father got in line to get his Star.  He was not Jewish, he was a Christian.  He was safe.  But he loved the Jewish people, and he wanted to share their burden.  The Nazi’s refused his request, but he later died because of his selfless acts of bravery rescuing and hiding Jews in his home.

During the Revolutionary War, the British had all the sympathizers to their cause secretly paint their chimneys with stripes so that their homes would be spared when they came to burn the town.

During the first Passover in Egypt, the Lord told the Jewish people to mark their doors with the blood of a lamb, so that their first born son’s were all spared when the Angel of Death passed by.

ISIS has a symbol for the Christians they want to exterminate.  They paint it on their homes and declare open season on all those who dwell within.  Their symbol is a U with a mark on the top. It is the arabic letter “N” which stands for Nazarene or Nasrani, the Arabic word for Christian.  The symbol means they must convert, pay a “tax”, or be killed.

My heart is breaking for the mother’s who can’t save their children from a fate worse than death.  For the Father’s who can’t protect their daughters from atrocities we can’t even imagine.  Muslim, Christian, Yazidi, they are all mother’s who love their children and want them to have a hope and a future.

And I don’t want to be so caught up in my own world that I can’t see beyond my front door.

Can’t see that the space under our bunkbeds is large enough for a trundle bed and two little warm bodies, safely snuggled in for the night.

Can’t see that our 1,000 sq ft, two bedroom, tiny house, has a couch that is empty all night long.

Can’t see that there is room for a crib beside my bed.

Corrie Ten Boom.  Gladys Aylward.  Amy Carmichael.  They were all nobody’s.  They were all Momma Bears who went above and beyond what anyone could have imagined to save the lives of God’s children.  Children who didn’t belong to them.  Children of a different faith, who weren’t theirs to save.  They opened their hearts, and they shared the love of Christ with His littlest ones.

So I’m asking you to do even more than you already are.  Maybe you can’t take in a child, but you can do this.  You can Fight.  When Amy Carmichael was backed into a corner by those attempting to block her efforts to save the children from a life of slavery in the temples, she said their only option was to fight back.  She did, and she won an incredible victory for the enslaved children there.  How?  By PRAYER.  Our God is our Defender.  Our Rescuer.  Our Savior.

You can click HERE to sign the petition to the White House below:

  • Resettle Syrian Refugees in the U.S
    By the end of April 2015 , the UN estimated 6.5 million people had been displaced in Syria, while more than +4 million refugees had fled to countries such as Lebanon (1.2 million), Jordan (608,000) and Turkey (1.75 million) and thousands more in Europe.
  • Germany expects to accept 800,000 asylum seekers this year, four times more than in 2014 and more than any other EU country. The US has so fare admitted less than 1000 Syrian refugees.
  • United States of America; the most powerful nation, the largest economy, and the champion of democracy and human rights should stands for its values .
  • The International Rescue Committee has argued for the U.S. to accept at least 65,000 refugees.
  • We are asking the President and the government to pledge to resettle at least 65,000 Syrians by 2016.

Then if you are able to do more, you can tell President Obama that you believe that America should greatly increase the number of Syrian refugees who are resettled in our country and let them know that you would be willing to welcome an individual or a family into your home.

If you live in the United States and wish to welcome Syrians into your home with an open heart please:

1. Sign this open letter to President Obama, Secretary of State John Kerry, Assistant Secretary of State for Population, Refugees, and Migration Anne Richard, Director of the Office of Refugee Resettlement Bob Carey
2. Show your solidarity with the Syrian refugees by taking a picture of yourself in front of your home or apartment holding a sign saying “#OpenHeartsUS”
3. Like and share this Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/openheartsus
4. Tweet it and Facebook it using hashtag #OpenHeartsUS
5. Instagram it with hashtag “OpenHeartsUS

Compared to what we’ve been through with our own little ones, this is cake.  We just need an extra room.  An empty garage apartment.  An RV.  A trundle bed.

When my children are grown, and they ask me what I did to help when ISIS was on the rampage, I want to have an answer that they will be proud of.

And someday, “When the Son of Man comes in his glory and all his angels are with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. The people of every nation will be gathered in front of him. He will separate them as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right but the goats on his left.

“Then the king will say to those on his right, ‘Come, my Father has blessed you! Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat. I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger, and you took me into your home. I needed clothes, and you gave me something to wear. I was sick, and you took care of me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’ “Then the people who have God’s approval will reply to him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you or see you thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you as a stranger and take you into our homes or see you in need of clothes and give you something to wear? When did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ “The king will answer them, ‘I can guarantee this truth: Whatever you did for one of my brothers or sisters, no matter how unimportant [they seemed], you did for me.’ (Matthew 25: 34-40)


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