I subscribe to the Voice of the Martyrs email list that provides updates on those imprisoned for their faith. When the updates come in, one particular name always catches my attention: Asia Bibi. She is imprisoned in Pakistan for proclaiming the gospel. She has a husband and children. She is currently sentenced to death for blasphemy.
Earlier this week, an update on Asia came through regarding a court appointment in which her death sentence would be appealed. I felt burdened to pray for her during the hearing, so I set an alarm at 11 p.m. that matched up with her appointment at 9 a.m. in Pakistan. Seth woke up screaming at 10:30, so by the time I settled him it was almost 11. I begged the Lord for justice for Asia, for comfort, for courage, for peace.
While I was praying, I became acutely aware of my own situation. I was snuggling into a bed with soft, warm sheets, surrounded by multiple fluffy pillows. My air conditioner was programmed to keep the room at exactly 71 degrees, my perfect temperature for sleeping. My room was filled with suitcases ready to go on not one, but two vacations.
Seriously? I was begging the Lord to bring justice to a woman on trial for speaking of Jesus while surrounded with every comfort the world has to offer. The disparity left me unsettled, and I don’t yet have an answer for why I live in luxury while so many people lack necessities. I want to live gratefully but not complacently, and I think this means wrestling with this tension in prayer and cultivating a heart that is sensitive to the Lord’s prompting.
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