The president stood and said, “Our thoughts and our prayers are with the families.” Earnestly, I ask, what are your thoughts, Mr. President, and to whom are you praying? Because, as a nation, we have removed prayer from school and public places it means we have removed God as if we are ashamed of Him. To that end, what hypocrites some of us are to hold a candlelight vigil in a public place to pray for lost children that we should have protected. Instead, we allowed one woman through the Supreme Court to virtually nullify our children’s rights to know a Christian God through public education. Inasmuch, we allow Islamic children a prayer room and the right to kneel and pray in our public schools, we are terrified of the one true God.
For whoever is ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him will the Son of Man also be ashamed when He comes in the glory of His Father with the holy angels.” Mark 8:38
It truly sickens me that the death of children would immediately inspire our president and his personal media trogs to capitalize on the crisis of the Connecticut shooting. If you will recall Rahm Emmanuel’s declaration, “Never let a good crisis go to waste,” we can clearly see that Obama has no intention of letting this one go. The rhetoric has begun on gun control. He has begun the process of dismantling our Second Amendment right to bear arms. How does this comfort the parents of these precious and beloved children at this time? For the parents: no parent deserves to lose a child on any terms for any reason. There are no words that can comfort you and no answer on this Earth to this evil, senseless and depraved act. Our hope is in the Lord of Eternity where we will be reunited with those we love.
d13 And they were bringing children to Him so that He might touch them; but the disciples rebuked them. 14 But when Jesus saw this, He was indignant and said to them, “Permit the children to come to Me; do not hinder them; for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. 15 “Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it at all.” 16 And He took them in His arms and began blessing them, laying His hands on them. Mark Chapter 10
Some of you will read these words and think that I am saying that God is chastising the parents of these children. ABSOLUTELY NOT, what I am saying is: in the depths of our souls all of us know that in the end when we have reached the end of ourselves we will all turn our thoughts and prayers to the one true God. Not on our own terms or by our own definition, but His.
“For it is written, As I live, saith the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God.” Romans 14:11
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A prayer for Sandy Hook
Exclusive: Matt Barber envisions slain kindergartners playing at Jesus’ nail-pierced feet
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In light of today’s horrific developments in Newtown, Conn. – developments so sorrowful that no words will do – I felt it only appropriate to pull my regular column for this week. I offer, instead, the only words I can at this inexpressibly mournful time: A simple prayer. ~ Matt Barber
Please come, Lord Jesus.
Come, King Jesus.
Come soon I pray.
Yet, even still come now, Holy Spirit, until such time.
We need you.
As the banked fish gasps for that which, without, she will surely die, so too do we gasp for living water-fused crimson that flows freely from Life’s pierced side.
The people of Sandy Hook assuredly cannot endure without your supernatural grace.
Give them grace and comfort pressed down and running over.
There are things so wicked we cannot bear.
There are things manifestly beyond our understanding. Things of which, and perhaps for our own sake, You have kept from our grasp.
Such a thing is this.
We cry out, Abba, Father!
Torrents we weep for the families of Sandy Hook.
Our souls groan for the people of Sandy Hook.
Our spirits are broken for the babes of Sandy Hook.
Hold them close, dear Alpha and Omega – the great I Am.
Comfort them.
Love them.
You are the Way, the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father but through You.
Show this to all who are alive in flesh but dead in spirit.
Show them Life in death and that Life is You.
Reveal Truth and Life in the Spirit despite death in the flesh.
You are the Way.
Pull near to your bosom forever the precious slain of Sandy Hook.
Let our lips say, “Oh, death, where is your sting?” – even until our hearts believe it.
There is no hope save You, oh Christ, and, save us, can You alone.
Evil triumphs, so it seems, sovereign Lord.
Do they mock You?
So they try.
But You won’t be mocked.
Let us rest assured that vengeance is Yours, Christ Jesus.
Darkness consumed this man, and so he did the liar’s bidding – Satan’s work.
Cowards.
He has not escaped Your justice.
The enemy of the world will not escape your justice.
But for Your bounty of blood, who can escape your justice?
Yet, for those who believe, Satan’s ransom is paid in full.
Let us, even now, hear the laughter of our beloved Sandy Hook babes – hidden most high – while, at length, they play together, joyfully, at your nail-pierced feet.
Thank you, Jesus!
Thank You, Jesus, for John 1:1, which proclaims, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
Thank You that the Word is with the bereaved of Sandy Hook.
Thank You, Jesus, for Matthew 11:28-30, which summons, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Oh, Christ, give rest to the most weary and burdened of Sandy Hook.
Thank You, Jesus, for Matthew 5:4, which vows, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
Only You can comfort those beyond worldly comfort.
Comfort them, King Jesus, we plead.
We wait upon you, Lord Jesus.
We remain still.
Until You return, King Jesus.
And You will.
Oh, and how You will.
It is in Jesus’ name; the name of all names – the name at which demons shudder and both saints and angels rejoice – that I pray.
Amen.