Pen of Iron

On December 11th, some deceived, bitter, blinded by hatred wackos blew a couple of vans up and I suppose themselves along as they brought down the UN building in Algeria.

My aunt is a UN chief who had been newly assigned to Algeria. Most unusually, her visa kept getting delayed, and when it finally came through, it was just in time for my aunt to arrive for the explosion. She had been there less than 24 hours. The building collapsed over her. My aunt trusted her soul to the Lord Jesus Christ years ago. God allowed her to be present for the explosion. She is not dead. The Lord preserves his saints. After a maddening day for my mother, as pieces of information were being forwarded to her, seeing she is an immediate relative and also a UN employee, we finally found out that she had head wounds and was in the hospital.

Both my aunt and mother were flown to Switzerland, where my aunt is still recovering in a hospital. She was fortunate. There were over 70 killed and about 200 wounded. One woman lost both her legs.
The first thing my aunt told me on the phone was

"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28

Compare that one to the Muslim god. Listen I don't care about the UN, nor do I buy the beast created for public consumption by the media that is "Al-Quaeda".
But don't come telling me that those people are fanatics who misunderstand Islam and misinterpret the Qur'an. I've read some parts of that book, in Arabic. Let me tell you this: Those "fanatics" are more honest than the moderate Muslim, they aren't misinterpreting anything. They don't care about public opinion like the moderates do, so they read that book a lil more honestly. It is a petty book of a petty god whose spirit is drenched in vicious hatred and devilish zeal.

On the morning of the 12th I received a call from Copenhagen. A soft-spoken, sympathetic lady was contacting immediate family of the wounded. She addressed me with the usual humanistic clichés for consolation. I answered that I didn’t like seeing my aunt get hurt, but that she had trusted the Lord Jesus Christ years ago, so that we weren’t worried; had she died, we would know where she had gone. I could hear her swallow her spittle when she heard that. She didn’t have the pre-programmed mundane answer to that one. No psychological training had seen that one coming. With stunned difficulty she mumbled “it’s nice to have something to hang to”…

I could’ve told her I was trusting the tooth-fairy to keep her alive and she would have answered me the same thing. I can’t stand that “good for you” attitude. Yeah buddy, and it’s good for you too! I’m not trusting some mystical higher power, I’m not trusting the force, I’m not trusting a rabbit-leg or a horse-shoe, I know whom I have believed, and his name is the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the living of God. I know what he did for me, I know his character, his personality, his like and dislikes, I know his love, his justice, his zeal, his jealousy, his holiness.
We talk to each other everyday.

You have to die for your god. My God died for me...and for you too.

Posted by Revelation 2:17 at 1:00 AM |