What about Kony?

This world is shattered and broken. Any idiot could tell you that. Anyone can tell you that there are hurting people all over this world hoping for something better to come along. However, for many people, they lost hope a long time ago. My heart is heavy tonight. Really heavy. Bear with me as I try to properly explain the pain in my heart tonight.

I feel like I have not done enough. In my 23 years on this earth, what have I to show for it? Meanwhile, in Uganda, Congo, Sudan… Joseph Kony of the Lord’s Resistance Army kidnaps children to become soldiers. Robbed of a childhood. Sold into sex slavery.  Their moms and sisters raped. Fathers murdered. Babies drowned. They have no choice but to join Kony and his army to overthrow really anyone he wants by using fear and terror to control. Thousands are displaced. Thousands are murdered. Pain. As Christians, our hearts should break for these people because of their uncertainty of life. As humans, our hearts should break for their physical brokenness.

What about other genocide happening in this world? What about terrorism? In our cities, our countries? In all of this evil that happens around our world, Christians especially, pray for the status of the victim. It is important to pray for restoration and freedom. For God to work in the hearts of every victim of these horrible crimes. But what my heart breaks for tonight goes beyond the victim. What of Kony? Who cares about him? Who prays for him? We pray for the children and those affected by this horror…but who prays for him? What about Osama Bin Laden? What about the Hitlers of our world today? I am not saying they do not deserve justice… they most certainly do.

Is their life of any less value than yours or mine? If we believe one life has value, then so do all, including the oppressor. Though they might act as an animal they are a human, like you. Like me. My heart is heavy for them tonight. If we can pray for them. Stop them. Then the hate stops. The pain stops. And the victims are free. Maybe my idea is hopeless…but at least I have hope. I am not giving up. I am not without love. If I believe Jesus Christ died for my sin, for your sin, for the brokenness of this world, then I must believe that God can touch the lives of those that oppress this world. No one is too far gone. Not the victim. Not the oppressor.

No one.

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