At church this morning, a friend shared a story that really struck me. She has two friends who are on a mission trip in North Africa with a missionary family of five. This week, the group was targeted by a group of people who tied them up (even the children), roughed them up, and stole $23,000 worth of equipment. However, they also took the Gospel of John, so the missionaries are praying that they will read it. One of the men there temporarily called his wife, wondering if he should go home early. She said "No! They beat up my husband. They need God." And, since they stole his cell phone, she has been texting Scriptures to it. They are all praying that the men will have their hearts softened towards the gospel.
As I was listening to this story, one thought crossed my mind: "Wow". These people weren't concerned about themselves or their kids. They were worried for the men who had beat them up and stolen their equipment. In fact, they were praying for them. I know that in the same situation, I would probably not be similarly minded. But I should be. Just something to think about.
