A new friend of mine who has just started attending LPC with his wife posted this today in The City. He gave me permission to repost his words on 2thesource. Here is the post from guest-blogger and Multnomah University student Josh Kennedy.
A few days ago in Sudan, a young man was brutally murdered by beheading in his home, while his family members were at their market stall. The neighbors reported that they heard screaming and then the screaming suddenly stopped. He was killed for being a Christian.
Paying attention now? Good.
I read this story last night before bed and it fell on seemingly deaf ears. I didn’t think anything more of it; that is until this morning. I got up and went to Starbucks and started to complain in my mind about the line. I went to school complaining about traffic, I sat through classes and complained about the content or how dry the speaker was, etc. Then, I went into chapel to worship God through music. Finally, I went home.
Something amazing happened during this time: no one came to kill me. No one broke into my house and cut my head off. No one pulled a gun and shot me because I’m a Christian. I wasn’t sent to jail, in fact, nothing bad happened because of my faith.
I look back at my day and think to myself, “God, I am so sorry for being so stupid.” People all around the world worship Jesus in underground churches. Hundreds die every month because of their faith. Thousands face persecution on a daily basis. But this Christian, well, he has to wait in line for a mocha.
The story of the boy resonated through my mind every time I stopped to complain to myself about how I didn’t like something — imagining a young man screaming before he is murdered, only because he loves Jesus. The same Jesus I profess to love.
The moment I realized this was when I walked out of chapel and was still alive. It made me question all of my thoughts and actions on this earth. I so often complain about so many things in my life that I take for granted that this breath is on loan. As Randy [LPC member who posted earlier on their Life Group page] wrote in a different post, it’s not about style or time, (or even espresso) — it’s about Jesus. A young man stands before God in all of His glory today. He stands, along with the others in Heaven, as the most blessed of all people. They get to worship the Savior to His face, literally fall at His feet.
But I get to worship him in safety, without fear of being killed. I hope that someday everyone can experience that same taken-for-granted joy.
God fixed my perception today. I just pray that I can continue to have the right focus.
In Christ’s Love,