"I have cried until the tears no longer come. My heart is broken, my spirit poured out, as I see what has happened to my people. Little children and tiny babies are fainting and dying in the streets. Mama, we want food, they cry, and then collapse in their mother's arms. Their lives ebb away like a life of a warrior wounded in battle." Lamentations 2:11-12
"Did you know 27 million people live in slavery?" Those words rolled off his tongue, out of his mouth, and straight into my heart.
As our Pastor spoke that deafening truth, I was floored. 27 million people live in slavery.
Let that sink in for a minute. Maybe some of us are included in that 27 million. My first thoughts were those bound in the slavery of starvation, addiction, sin and abuse.
That saddens me greatly. It also saddened Jeremiah greatly, in the powerful book of Lamentations. Jeremiah had a love for people that ran so deep, he was often found broken and weeping. The people turned to selfishness and sinfulness and rejected God, therefore bringing great suffering and exile upon themselves. It devastated the Lord, which devastated Jeremiah.
Do we share in the same sorrow for the 27 million people living in slavery today? Or do our eyes only see inward? I am guilty Lord of looking inward, forgive me.
Jeremiah wept until tears no longer came. His heart broken and his spirit poured out, as he saw what had happened to his people. Little children and tiny babies are fainting and dying in the streets. They are crying out, “Mama, I am hungry.” And then collapse in their mother’s arms. This is reality today! The slavery of starvation!
I can't help but to be brought back to the question I asked you earlier in the week, "Where are we brothers and sisters? Where are we, those of us whom call ourselves servants of God?"
.How can we rise up within our own communities and help those trapped in slavery?
Today I pray our eyes would only see the slavery that surrounds us. I pray our hearts would begin to break for the things that break the Lord’s. I pray we move outside of our comfort zones and fears and into the battle field where slavery runs rampant.
Jesus break my heart for what breaks Yours. Forgive me for thinking I have to have more in order to help more. I have plenty in You, and in You my resources and funds will never run dry. Amen
