At the last crusade on Sunday three boys were ushered to me
for prayer. The boys were between the
ages of six and eight. The boys stood
still staring at me wide-eyed as the translator told me what they wanted prayer
for.
As I was told tears immediately filled my eyes. I had to tell myself, “Aubrie pull yourself
together.” It was go time, no turning
away, no breaking down, these children needed my prayers.
These boys were being tortured by people practicing
witchcraft. Almost every night they
would be dragged out of their beds in the middle of the night to attend and
participate in the gatherings. If they
fought in any way they would be beaten.
When they did sleep they had night terrors and were physically attacked. Remember they are between the ages of six and
eight.
The first boy that I prayed for had been to the first service
the night before. The people in the
village spied on the service to see what was taking place and to see who went
to the service. As the boy left the
service people where waiting for him.
They demanded a reason for why he attended the service and then beat
him. Surprisingly, he returned to the
service and was now standing right in front of me.
So I did what I know to do and prayed for those boys. After hearing the reality of those boys’
lives and seeing the bruises and scars I do not understand how people do not
see that we are in a full out war. Those
boys are not my children but they are my inheritance. God has promised this generation to me and I
am not going to let them be stolen from me.
Yet I am left standing in faith that God will protect them
because “Greater is He than he that is in this world.” I am torn in pieces, knowing the truth that
God is greater but having to walk away and leave those boys behind. I am not going to be there when people try to
pull them out into the night. I am not
going to be there to encourage them to keep pursuing God when everything is against
them. I have no answers. I do not know how their lives will turn
out. All I can do is stand in faith.
