21 Christians beheaded ::: How the church needs to respond

When men die in orange jumpsuits on the coast of Tripoli, the world continues to spin. The moon still rises and the waves still rip across coastlines. Moms still wake to children. American malls are still full. Busy schedules still cloud our lives.


Milad Makeen Zaky
Abanub Ayad Atiya


And we all want so much for our lives to matter. We walk around – living dead – begging for our life to be worth something. We try on all sorts of people, things and identities to be someone. We can’t seem to grasp the glory of who He already is.


Maged Solaiman Shehata
Yusuf Shukry Yunan


In all the trying to be someone, we turn a blind eye to THE ONE. And He waits for us to run to Him. To depend on Him. To beg for more of Him. And He waits. Someday, I fear He will tire of waiting, but that someday doesn’t collide with His character. Not now. Not ever.


Kirollos Shokry Fawzy

Bishoy Astafanus Kamel




But another Sunday will come and the doors of thousands upon thousands of churches will open. Church people will still act like we have it all together. We will all be the great pretenders. We won’t break for fear of being the fool. We will cease to ache because of what it’s worth.


Somaily Astafanus Kamel
Malak Ibrahim Sinweet


If we cease to ache, we can never usher in real prayer. If we stop feeling, we can’t ever cry into the arms of our Abba Father. If we don’t fall on our knees in utter despair we are just part of the great pretenders – numb and sterile to an inviting world.


Tawadros Yusuf Tawadros
Girgis Milad Sinweet


And we will say, what can we do? We will act like we have no power. We will act like there is nothing our two hands can do. We will act like His Words never meant anything, but in reality His words are everything. We will diminish His words when we cease to see that the power lies through our two hands pressed hard together, head on the floor, in prayer.


Mina Fayez Aziz
Hany Abdelmesih Salib


To say we can only pray sounds small. To look sadly at one another and shrug shoulders in despair ushers in little value. To think us Americans, in our American churches, can only whisper short cries out to God, means we aren’t giving God His full weight.


Bishoy Adel Khalaf
Samuel Alham Wilson




When His full weight was felt on a cross two thousand years ago. When the wood pressed in deep into His bones. When the nails drove and crushed and pierced and bled our Jesus for us. It means that when we say, “We can only pray, we in turn say say, “He only died on a cross.”


Worker from Awr village

Ezat Bishri Naseef




And silence fills the space. The same silence in a scene of twenty-one orange jumpsuits hung the silence at the cross. But a greater silence at the cross because the weight of the world hung in that space. That deliberate space. That space where He said it is finished and you are free.


Loqa Nagaty
Gaber Munir Adly


This space – this is our NOW space. Dear church, this is our NOW. This is the time that He is stirring our hearts to a season of unquiet. A season of loud prayers, loud feet and loud love. Oh church, this is not a season of quiet.


Esam Badir Samir
Malak Farag Abram
Sameh Salah Faruq


Women hold up pictures of the 21 Egyptian Coptic Christians beheaded by Islamic State in Libya, as they gather in a gesture to show their solidarity, in Ammab


Church, let us not miss our opportunity. Let us not sit idle in small prayers. May we never look lightly upon the cross. May we have faith that picks up mountains and throw them into seas. Let us ask until we are hoarse. Let us beg until He moves. Let the metal reverberate across our nation as chains break – one by one – clank, clank, clank. Let us not let our BIG American life cloud our BIGGER heavenly callings.


Let us understand more of God. Let us come in standing droves to later fall to our knees. Let us understand our role in this story because may it be known, you play a role in this. You were made for such a time as this. You were placed in this NOW moment to be in the KNOW of Him moment.


So church, let us not let the throne room be silent. He is waiting to hear our wails. He is listening and ready to move. He is perched and ready to pounce. He is not a tame God.


Oh, God be unleashed. This is my prayer. Oh God, unleash your power. In my days, in my city, in my world. Unleash and be known.

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