My voice rises to God, and I will cry aloud;
My voice rises to God, and He will hear me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord;
In the night my hand was stretched out without weariness;
My soul refused to be comforted.
As the plight of the kidnapped Nigerian school girls continues on… I’m hearing less about it. I’m sickened that my heart isn’t near as grieved as it was the first I heard about their plight. I think we reach a point that we intentionally try to lesson our pain by detaching ourselves emotionally. But how can we pray passionately and at the same time try to keep our emotions in check? We can’t. All of us need to learn what it means to “weep with those who weep.” It isn’t a comfortable place to be… but it is our calling.
The picture to the left of the blog began my heart journey. My wife, Janine, pointed out to me the mother in the right center of the picture, the one holding the sign that reads: “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?” It breaks my heart every time I see it. How can I look away from it?
Would I want you to turn away from it if it were my little girl? I cannot imagine not knowing where my child is tonight… to wonder if they were being beaten or raped or sold like a piece of property. Further I can’t imagine what it would be like to not have anyone to turn to in such a situation. Their government is powerless to do anything. They were forced to appeal to the world in order to get help. Their picture betrays their desperation.
Psalm 77 echoes their cries. I imagine they would empathize with “my soul refuses to be comforted.” I usually include a devotional thought with my blogs… something to think about and to apply to your life. But can I today just ask if you will pray with me? Pray with fervency and with emotion!
It isn’t making the news much, but the majority of the school girls were Christian believers. I don’t say that to say they require more prayer than a member of another faith. I would pray for anyone suffering in such a way. But it really hits home when tragedy strikes family. And it rips my heart to know that many of these are my sisters in Christ.
Will you with me let your voice rise to God? Will you cry out to God with me? I have the faith of the Psalmist that even in the day of trouble… God sees us… and hears us.
Let’s pray for God to intervene in this situation. Thank you.