A prayer

There are painful things happening.

God have mercy.

God give us wisdom and strength and comfort. We are most certainly under attack; there has never been a time when the guns are so trained on us as they are now. I can feel it in the very air, a darkness, a cloud that is waiting on the outskirts. Then it rolls quickly over the sun, and we are struck.

There is a multitude crushing down upon us, we all feel it. As we meet on Sundays, we pray that it will lift, we hold each other up, we know what it is to be in a battle. There is no faint nor inapplicable battle, there is no battle that will come, nor a battle that will pass us by. There is a battle now, that we live in, and that we must be prepared for. We must put on "the armor of light" (Romans 13:12).

As noticed by a new member of our group, the only part of us not protected by the holy armor is our back. Therefore, we are not meant to run, but to stand, face the trial and fight. "For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7.

God give us the strength to pass through this with marks, but marks of our battle, not of despair. "Less like scars, more like character".

And let our battle cry ring out so that Satan will see that we are not afraid of him.

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

2 Corinthians 4:8-9