Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Follow The Blood

In the current issue of WORLD magazine (9-12-20, p.38), Mindy Belz reports on the struggles facing the country of Lebanon as it deals with the aftermath of the recent explosion in Beirut.  She arrived in person four days after the blast and describes the effects of what is being called “one of the largest non-nuclear explosions in history.”  But compounding the problem is the country’s financial situation.  Lebanon’s currency has been devalued by 90 percent over the past 10 months due to government corruption and loan defaults.  Of course, all of this is taking place in the midst of the COVID 19 pandemic which also is compounding things.  But in the midst of it all, Belz speaks of the resolve of many of the Lebanese people who are stepping up to do what they can to help, even with little resources.

The opening paragraph of her article contained a word picture that made me think.  “One thing the victims of the August explosion in Beirut all said in recounting their stories: They could tell where to go by following the trails of blood.  As evening fell in the hour after the blast, they struggled to leave buildings blocked by debris and broken glass, only to make it to streets filled with rubble and pancaked cars”  Then later in the piece, she says this: “There are protests and unrest, to be sure, in such times of crisis.  But there are also people who know their call is to follow the blood and the hurt, the way Jesus would do, without letting up.”

Sometimes Christians struggle to find their role in the kingdom.  “What does God want me to do?”  “How could God use me?”  Sometimes it's as simple following the trails of blood.  The world is full of hurting people.  Sometimes it may be literal blood from literal wounds.  It could also be the figurative “bloodshed” of emotional or relational wounds that are just as real as the physical ones.  But either way, the trails are there to follow.


God loves you!

Mike

1 comment:

Bruce Henderson said...

Poignant thoughts! Thanks, Brother!