I can’t help but feel that us as Americans take for granted the freedom we have. Our world race mobilizer has started sending us info on different countries we will be ministering to. Morocco is our first country. As I read the operation world report on this North African country, I felt a small crack in my heart start to form. In Morocco it is illegal to tell people about Christ, which includes inviting them to your home to tell them of Christ. If you tell someone the gospel you go to jail. The more I read the bigger this crack in my heart grew. The Moroccan government alienates Christians, they are often arrested for crimes they never commented. It is extremely hard for Christians to find jobs, they are hated by most people groups as well. This laid heavy on my heart.
That night I went to a worship night. I prayed for the Christians of Morocco, and the lost and unreached. It still lay heavy on my heart, so I went over to a friend of mine and asked for prayer. When I started telling him of Morocco and its people, my heart finally gave way. I started to cry, trying to speak through my sobs, I expressed the luxury we have to freely speak of our Lord and savior. My friend prayed for me, I could not even speak through my tears anymore.
As he closed us in prayer, I thanked him and found a seat next to my friend Sam. We talked for a little while, swapping God stories. I told her of the angle I saw on my way to Kansas, of my promise to Seth, and I started telling her of the people of Morocco, once again I felt the tears. I can still remember the feeling of those warm streams of emotions running down my face. Then I took some time to think out loud. “You know when I first became a Christian I remember praying all the time that God would break my heart with whatever broke his. I just never thought this is what it would look like.”
