Wake Up, America

Amerca (Land of the free, home of the brave),

Hear this,

O foolish and senseless people,
who have eyes, but see not,
who have ears, but hear not.

So You’re A Christian?

So lately I’ve been thinking really hard about the underground church. The underground church refers to the believers and followers of Christ all around the world that do not have the freedom to worship freely. This dedicated body of believers are willing to die for their faith, the very same faith that the majority of people here who claim to have it don’t even acknowledge on a daily basis. Tell me this; How can the average Christian in America and Asia Bibi be of the same faith.

Example. Recently I was talking to someone close to me and mentioned the fact that there are people in other parts of the world that can get arrested  or even killed for their faith. His response was “Well I’m sure the Lord would understand”, as he proceeded to describe his way out of a situation. This person, mind you, would also most likely call himself a Christian, and he may very well be saved, who am I to judge a man’s soul. My point is that we take too much for granted.

Daily, there are Christians persecuted simply for believing in Jesus. Richard Wurmbrand, in Tortured For Christ, tells of a pastor forced to watch his son be beat to death:

He was forced to stand for two weeks, day and night. The communists wished to compel him to betray his brethren, but he resisted steadfastly. In the end, they brought his fourteen year-old son and began to whip the boy in front of his father, saying that they would continue to beat him until the pastor said what they wished him to say. The poor man was half mad. He bore it as long as he could. When he could not stand it any more, he cried to his son; “Alexander, I must say what they want! I can’t bear your beating any more!” The son answered, “Father, don’t do me the injustice to have a traitor as a parent. Withstand! If they kill me, I will die with the words, ‘Jesus and my fatherland’.” The communists, enraged, fell upon the child and beat him to death, with blood spattered over the walls of the cell. He died praising God. Our dear brother Florescu was never the same after seeing this.