Silence Cries
Heaven Mourns
Matthew 25:35-40
“For I was hungry and you gave Me food, I was thirsty and you gave Me something to drink, I was a stranger and you brought Me together with yourselves and welcomed and entertained and lodged Me,
I was naked and you clothed Me, I was sick and you visited Me with help and ministering care, I was in prison and you came to see Me.
Then the just and upright will answer Him, Lord, when did we see You hungry and gave You food, or thirsty and gave You something to drink?
And when did we see You a stranger and welcomed and entertained You, or naked and clothed You?
And when did we see You sick or in prison and came to visit You?
And the King will reply to them, Truly I tell you, in so far as you did it for one of the least [in the estimation of men] of these My brethren, you did it for Me.”
Stunned by piercing cries so alarming they leave me paralyzed. It’s the silent desperation that causes my bones to ache; the cries from those with no voice. I am restless.
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While I was trying to think of what to write about concerning my training camp experience, I began to pray. As I prayed my heart began to mourn for the countries my squad is to travel to. Instead of a post about training camp, this is what came out:
Ireland’s throat parched from thirst … Drink! Drink!
Drink that which does not satisfy. Fill your thirsty bellies, those bottomless pits. Are you not satisfied? Why does your sun not shine? Why is your doom self instituted?
Ireland cries! Heaven mourns!
Oh Ukraine! Why is oppression your eclipse? Where have your daughters gone, your beautiful princesses disguised in the venom of your lusts? Do your sons embrace ‘freedom’ or is it embrace that they seek? Guardians, why have you run?
Ukraine cries! Heaven mourns!
Russia, why do you wage war; what are you fighting for? Why do the herds you traffic consist of more humans than they do cattle? Is there no difference to you? Do you not recognize your children, your own flesh and blood? Can you not see past their bloody faces? To what use do you put your intellect?
Russia cries! Heaven mourns!
African nations dying of hunger, hunger for truth, hunger for substance, hunger for satisfaction. Who will fill their longing? Who will hear their silent cry?
Africa cries! Heaven mourns!
Kenya, why are your men so small? Why do you flood the streets with the bodies of your mothers? How can your boys become men? Your mothers are but girls, where are your women?
Kenya cries! Heaven mourns!
Tanzania, where is the food for your children? Why do your sons and daughters lack knowledge? How shall they learn unless they have one to teach? Tanzania, where are your parents? Where are your nurturers?
Tanzania cries! Heaven mourns!
Mozambique, what ails thee? Why is your depth so vicious? Are you deceived? What is this infestation that shadows your land; this violent cycle due to ignorance? On whom do you rely? From whence comes your knowledge? Why has your color faded?
Your souls are desperate for truth!
Mozambique cries! Heaven mourns!
India, where is your god? 330 million gods in India? Why can’t we see their works? Why can’t we hear their voices? gods why don’t you hear? Why don’t you reply? Why don’t you acknowledge those whose eyes are on you? Why don’t you fill the hands that reach out to you? India, your children moan for deliverance.
India cries! Heaven mourns!
Nepal, you look so tall but are stooped so low. Where are your fathers? Why are your children prey to the streets? Where is the comfort for those at lost?
Widows, orphans, why are you alone? Your Comforter hears you.
Nepal cries! Heaven mourns!
Cambodia, scarlet nation, why have your pools turned to blood? Why has death become your anthem and slavery your pride? Death suffocates your lineage. Will the cold, pale, blanket of bodies keep you warm? Your crimson babes plead vengeance, from their perverted predecessors.
Cambodia cries! Heaven mourns!
Asian women travail for their babes
Asia cries! Heaven mourns!
Malaysia, what news do you feast on? Bitter structure. You are full, but why are you still hungry? Ignorantly working with much diligence, and discipline as your pay; but what is your profit? You are strong and your strength is seen. Where is your joy?
Malaysia, your Redeemer hears.
Malaysia cries! Heaven mourns!
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Like a mother rushing to her new born’s aid, lifting it up from distress, God’s ear is tuned in to His children’s cries; He is pursuing their need.
Then why does the earth excrete death and defeat?
Hear me! We are His arms. We are His hands. We are His feet.
He has given us ears to hear the silent cries. He has given us eyes to see the masked need.
Therefore, we must go. We must reach out. We must lift them up. We must attend the cry.
John 4:35
“Do you not say, It is still four months until harvest time comes? Look! I tell you, raise your eyes and observe the fields and see how they are already white for harvesting.”
So we go. . .
Matthew 5:4
“Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.”
Your Comforter is here.
