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I woke up this morning, took the dogs out, went out front to get the paper, made myself a cup of coffee and wondered, if I lived in Ukraine, would I be doing this? I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in the midst of a modern invasion. What do you do? Do you just carry on and hope the missile doesn’t come your way? I know many have evacuated, but many have not. Men under 60 have been asked to stay and fight. Many who were away from their country have returned to fight for their homeland.
How do you do that? Do you go down to the local warehouse and pick out a helmet, a gun and night goggles that Germany or Canada sent over? And what do you do with it? These people aren’t trained.
I’m so in the dark; I don’t know what I’m talking about. It all seems so surreal when you start to think about it and imagine what it must be like to be there. You can’t.
But you can pray.
Prayer is suddenly very real here. Prayer becomes the one real thing we can all engage in. And don’t sell prayer short. This is a world-altering event. Don’t think your little prayer isn’t going to turn this thing around. Oh yeah? What about all those times in the Old Testament when God stopped the sun, turned armies in on themselves, or struck everyone dead before they ever got to them. I have no way of confirming the recent stories I’ve been hearing, but I’ve heard about missiles disappearing after being fired, tanks running out of fuel, soldiers getting lost and having to ask the locals for directions. And why not?
Pray for the family of God. There are Christians on both sides. And pray for peace. Pray for an end to conflict. Pray for believers everywhere and pray for unbelievers to become believers. (“There are no atheists in foxholes.”)
Yes it’s frustrating, and distant, but you can pray.