My heart is broken.
I have seen so much darkness over the past week. Anger. Paralysis. Mental disability. Alcoholism. Sickness.
These things are so, so common in the villages here in India. I don’t even feel like I’d be misinforming you if I said just as many houses are affected by one of these things as houses that aren’t. When I look at it, I know the it’s the work of the enemy.
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but again the rulers, against the authorities, against he cosmos powers over this present darkness, again the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. (Eph. 6:12)
Last night we prayed over a set of twins in a village. They had been born premature and their legs were so bowed and weak that one of them was crying just from the pain of standing on her own legs. As I looked at her, I could almost see the evil behind her infirmity just gloating in satisfaction.
Yes, we have power over darkness through the blood of Jesus, but sometimes that darkness is so thick that we can’t pierce it for other people. The hold and oppressions Satan has here is no joke and it breaks my heart.
It breaks my heart that humans are so lost in false religions the they can’t see the truth. It breaks my heart that lack of truth is affecting the lives of these babies. They’ll experience consequences for their entire life. It breaks my heart that people believe that putting black dots or eye liner on their infants and toddlers will keep evil spirits away.
But it’s not only the people of India that are stuck behind this veil of darkness. We’re right there with them, America. We’re stuck behind the darkness of our distractions, our busyness, our Iphones, our lack of Jesus.
We’ve experienced a significant amount of spiritual attack this month. This morning, I was woken up around 4:30 AM because a squad mate was being attacked. After spending almost an hour praying over her and with her alongside other squad mates, the heart break hit me again. The power Satan holds, the power we LET him hold, kills me!
However, the brokenness I feel over it is just a small, small fraction of the brokenness Jesus feels for us.
And for the privilege to be able to walk through healing, deliverance, enlightenment with these incredible people I’m surrounded by, for the privilege of knowing Jesus has allowed me to feel a small portion of what He feels, for that, it is worth all the heart break.
