It’s been a long week of rewarding work and now the weekend is here. I sip on a chilled glass of white wine on a hot summer’s eve, check the news from my laptop and scroll through the Reuters news agency photos coming in from the Horn of Africa. Photos of emaciated children, scenes of suffering and pain, a mother nursing her baby surrounded by the dead and dying. Could our circumstances be any more different? I hear the voice of Jesus warning about the last days.
When you see the abomination that causes desolation standing where it does not belong—let the reader understand— then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains. Let no one on the roof of his house go down or enter the house to take anything out. Let no one in the field go back to get his cloak. How dreadful it will be in those last days for pregnant women and nursing mothers! Mark 13:14-17.
I pray for those suffering souls. My heart weeps for their loss and pain. Lives broken. Families with only the most basic of needs destroyed. In reality, I am not responsible for the privilege and wealth for which I have been born into. Stalin’s response to suffering on such a massive scale was, “A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.” Jesus sees it differently. Every hair on our heads is numbered. He knows every sparrow that falls. He warns,
No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be alert! Mark 13:32-33
I have been informed of what’s going on in places far away. Jesus has said that the day of his coming is near, and I need to be prepared. I am accountable before God for all that He has poured into my hands. God help me be a good and faithful steward and not be deceived by the wealth I live in. Honestly, I am not sure what all this means, but I do know that to stand by and do nothing is not the answer.
God give me wisdom and obedience out of love for Him. Amen.