His name is written in the palm of my hand. When I first heard his name mentioned on the radio, I was in my car. As I listened to his story intently, my heart started to break. I did not want to forget. I dug in my purse and grabbed a pen. “SAEED” I scribbled his name into the palm of my left hand and have been writing it there since.
When I close my eyes, I see the bars of His prison. I chose my words about God carefully. They must be able to penetrate thought those bars and find truth within the prison walls, before coming out of my mouth. Truth must be true there too. What I say about my faith, my God, His Son, love, sovereignty, and hope must, when filtered through the persecution, still be able to stand.
I hold up my left hand in prayer, lift him up to the Lord. Pray that I myself will one day have the strength He has. I pray that I find courage to break out of my own sterile and comfortable prison, right into the pain and suffering of my brothers and sisters in Christ.
Hebrews 13:3: Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them; and them which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body.
(please continue to pray for Saeed. To find out more, go to ACLJ)