I was reading a report of the persecuted church the other day. In the article was a photo of a group of believers who were meeting outside in a park, as they were banned from using their church building. As I looked at the photo, my heart broke. I felt like I knew these people. They looked just like students, couples, grandmas that I knew. It was this small, ragtag group of ordinary people, gathered defiantly frightened, who are enemies of the state?
Does God care for them? Yes! Will we?
Remembering that photo, I find myself thinking too about those who persecute them. I remember the angry, arrogant face of one man in particular. Sitting there, leaning back, confident in his power, surrounded by his colleagues.
Does God care for him? Yes! Did I?