Marching to a Different Tune
We
are all seeking for something, but for what? When 52 million babies have been murdered in the US through
abortion and 400 million forcefully aborted in China, how can we stand by and
watch? My blood boils just
thinking of the atrocities that we allow to happen just because we choose not
to be aware.
But
then there are those that choose to stand up in the face of the atrocities of
modern day genocide. On March 17th
39 brave young women set out an intercessory trail of tears, walking for family
members, friends, races, and their own babies that they had aborted. Every bloody and blistered foot was
symbolic of the bridge of blood that Jesus already built.
As
they marched up to the courthouse steps of the Earl Cabbel Federal Building
where Roe vs. Wade began, I watched them chant: “Jesus, I plead your blood over
my sins and the sins of my nation.
God, end abortion and send revival to America.”
We
applaud them but do we really receive what they gave? Personally, they gave me hope that I can stand up for what
the Lord has placed in my heart.
When the world rages (as Psalm 2 prophesied it would), I know where my
allegiance lies.
I
will no longer be complacent.
I
cannot stand idly by.
The
America dream is not big enough for me.
The
enemy is raging.
I
will not sit around and pretend he is not.
I
want to be on the frontlines of battle.
God,
use me!
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