This morning, I sat outside eating my typical breakfast of fried bread and coffee. I was enjoying the morning’s beautiful clouds, pillowed up against a powder blue sheet of sky. There is a tree in our yard that is blossoming with brilliant orange flowers. The green leaves and orange blooms were set off beautifully by the dramatic sky, and the scene set my mind on our creative God. He is so great and mighty, and yet He loves to bring us joy in the beauty of even small moments. He delights to spend time with His children.
Just then, one of the women in the outdoor kitchen moved a pot on the open fire. A bit of breeze caught some of the ashes and blew them high into the air. I shielded my cup of coffee as the gray snow rained down.
My mind took me immediately to stories I had read of concentration camps in Germany, during the holocaust. The people interned in these camps worked under an almost constant rain of ash and soot that blew from the incinerator, where men and women’s bodies were burned.
This week, 64 black Sudanese refugees in Darfur were killed by police. If this were just an isolated incident, the world, such as it is, might not have taken note- but this slaughter has been going on for years now. The 64 who died, ranging in age from 11 to 60 years, were only living as refugees because they were forced to flee their home villages after raids by government sponsored militias.
Yes, a modern day genocide is taking place. The estimated number of deaths in the Darfur region of Sudan have surpassed 300,000 people with 440,000 people displaced in the last year alone.
The world stands by and watches. Here in on our compound in southern Sudan, after hearing the radio reports on Darfur, one of the older boys sits with me and ask difficult questions like, “Why do the Arabs want to kill the blacks?” His young faces look weary when he tells me, “Sudan should be bombed like Iraq. We are a bad nation.”
Oh, Jesus. We are in desperate need of You. Only You can transform hearts that harbor hatred and hurt. Only You can awaken your Sudanese bride to all that she was created for. Only You can end this madness as You bring Your kingdom, mighty Prince of Peace.
The morning is still young, LORD. How would you meet us in Sudan this day?