The day had started just like any other day in our village. I had awoken early to do my chores before playing with my friends. When we were out in the fields a sound reached our ears that we had never heard before, it was a sharp popping sound and then we heard screaming. We ran back to our village to find chaos. The peaceful life that we had once known was thrown into utter chaos. We saw our loved ones running with pure terror on their faces. My neighbour grabbed me and quickly pulled me into the bush where we hid for hours. As the daylight faded the noise died away and we tentatively emerged to find everyone who had not had time to hide was dead!
My father ran to me with a frantic look upon his face, ‘don’t come any closer he’ yelled at me as I reached the edge of the village, but it was too late. The smell of death filled my nostrils, my eyes simply couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing, my village had been destroyed and the people I had shared a happy life with lay dead in the street. As my father wrapped me in a hug I looked down and saw my best friend lying on the street, but he only had half a face left, I couldn’t understand it. I tore myself from my father’s arms and ran to my best friend, he wasn’t moving. Why did his face look so bad?
My mother ran to me and dragged me away. We grabbed the things that we could carry and we walked for days to try and find somewhere safe. There seemed to be no end to the destruction. It seemed as if our entire county was turned to rubble with nothing but death and destruction meeting us at every turn.
As the days turned into months I was forced to become numb, my young mind could not process the pain all around me. My young mind could not comprehend how my best friend could be playing with me one moment and dead the next.
Finally! Exhausted and weary beyond belief, we find refuge. We are told we are given refugee status, finally my parents think we can put the pain of the past behind us and find happiness again. Sadly the ‘safe’ place we are taken to is far from safe. We are forced to live as if we are the criminals and did those horrible things. I want the images that flash through my mind to stop but they instead increase and torment me night and day. Every time I close my eyes I see my best friend lying in a pool of blood. I wake up with such pain in my head that I wonder if I’ve been wounded and I’m about to die. I wonder if the torment will end with death? I desperately want to get better but who will help me? Who will hear my cry for mercy?
My heart breaks for this 10-year-old child. I awoke in the early hours of this morning to write this story. I have no idea if this happened to this child and we may never know his story! We may never know his name, we currently only know him as just a number in the system – AYX18. My heart breaks and I’m ashamed that we treat people like this! God knows this child’s name, God knows how many hairs are upon his head and God desperately wants US to help this child and so many more like him! Jesus came to set captives like this free. One touch from Holy Spirit and this child’s life can be transformed forevermore. This child is MORE than just a number. But how can he know the truth? Who will tell him the Good News? Will he die thinking no one cared enough to help him?
I have no idea what the solution is but surely it’s NOT to deny medical help. I know that it CAN’T be left up to judges to defend those who cannot defend themselves. What a waste of money that this even had to go to court!
I pray that we will speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, that we will open our mouths for the speechless. I pray that we will ensure justice for those being crushed, plead the cause of all who are appointed to die. Let us use our godly authority to speak up for the poor and helpless, let’s plead the cause of the poor and needy. Oh that we would see them get justice, that we would judge righteously with godly wisdom and grace! Proverbs 31:8-9 NLT & NKJV paraphrased
“Some of you may think ministry is a grand adventure. Ministry, however, is simply about loving the person in front of you. It’s about stopping for the one and being the very fragrance of Jesus to a lost and dying world. Ministry is simply you loving like Jesus.” Heidi Baker from her book ‘Compelled by Love’
I pray that we will be compelled by love just as Heidi has been. She is an amazing example of how 1 person can bring life and hope to those in desperation.
What can you do when the problem seems so big? Here are just a few of the many solutions:
- Write to your local members of parliament.
- Write to the Prime Minister and Peter Dutton. Add your voice to the numerous other voices.
- Join a local refugee advocate group, find out more here
- Follow advocate groups on Facebook such as Love Makes A Way
- Don’t be afraid to make a stand!
- Don’t allow fear to hold you back from helping someone today.
“If you can find someone who is sick, help bring them healing. If you find someone who is hungry, feed them. If you find someone who is thirsty, give them water to drink. If you find someone naked, clothe them. If you can find someone who is broken, weak, or weary, love them to wholeness. And if you find someone who is mourning give them comfort.” Heidi Baker
The picture I used was taken from Pixabay, this is the link. It’s a picture that represents the many faces searching for hope, happiness and people who are truly desperate for help!
I believe we can do so much more. We can be better at this. Keep lifting up your voice over the things that hurt your heart. Keep fighting the good fight!
Thank you for so much for taking the time to read this.
Many blessings, Keona