Itʼs a typical Sunday morning; my alarm goes off around 9:30am and I have thirty minutes before church. However, this specific Sunday stands out among the rest as it is my last day in the US for the next three months.
Fast forward 13 hours and the adventure begins! Weʼre finally aboard our plane to venture on a 14+ hour flight to the Middle East. Heeding the advice given to me for my first ever transatlantic flight, I stay awake for 12 of the 14 hours in order to sleep upon our arrival Monday evening.
By the time weʼve arrived, gone through customs, gathered our luggage, met the local team, loaded up the vans, driven to our “home” for the next three months, ordered and eaten dinner together, and finally unpacked enough items to get through the night, my exhaustion has reached itʼs optimal peak. I strategically grab my ear plugs and eye mask and cozy up for my first night of sleep in the Middle East — that is, until something awakens me.
Through my ear plugs and over my roommateʼs sound machine I hear a muffled voice echoing from outside. I look at my phone, itʼs 5am. Suddenly, I realize what has woken me up. Echoing from the nearby Mosque an Imam projects the sound of the Muslim call to prayer right into our bedrooms.
Itʼs been one week since that night and the call to prayer rings five times a day. The Mosque right across the street from our home is, according to the locals, one of the loudest Mosqueʼs in town. However, it is not the abrupt loudness of the call that disturbs me but rather it is knowing what is being proclaimed over and over, day after day.
Five times a day, every day, throughout the city (and all of the Middle East) rings the Islamic declaration: “God is not a Father and He has no son.” It is this that disturbs and breaks my heart.
As followers of Jesus we know that this is the farthest thing from the truth.
Not only is God a Father, but He loved the world so much that He gave up His One and Only Son to die on the cross so that we might have eternal life. Now, we can receive the Spirit of adoption which enables us to cry out to Him “Daddy, Father!” as His sons and daughters and co heirs with Jesus Christ! (John 3:16, 1 John 3:1, Romans 8:15-17)
In a city and nation where the spirit of antichrist (according to 1 John 2:22) is so boldly and continually declared, I cannot help but carry a holy yet heavy burden.
“For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the world powers of darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens.” (Ephesians 6:12) We must pray and we must praise.
As a singer/songwriter and follower of Jesus Christ, I know that I am commissioned to wage war in the heavens; to write songs, to join and lead others in the House of Prayer and to go out and share the gospel with those who have not yet heard.
However, it is not enough to go alone. We must wage war together. Is it not worth it to fly 14 hours, endure jet lag, and be woken up at 5am, so that we may stand by our Arabic brothers and sisters in Christ and share the burden for their nations? Therefore, may we, the church, sing praises to Jesus and declare truth together over cities that have only known of a god who is not a father and a Jesus who did not die for them.
Paul said it best when he commissioned the church of Ephesus to “pray at all times in the Spirit with every prayer and request” to “stay alert in this with all perseverance and intercession for all the saints”. Now I commission you. Would you pray for us here. Pray “that the message may be given to us when we open our mouths to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel.” (Eph. 6:18-19)
We pray, go, and send because Jesus is worthy. The Gospel is powerful. And the time is in fact urgent.
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