The Snyders in Germany

One year ago today in Shingal, Iraq and the villages around it inhabited by a lesser known people group called the Yazidi were captured by ISIS forces.  Fathers were seperated from their wives, young men were separated from their mothers and sisters.  The men were systematically murdered.  By UN calculation over 5,000 were killed.  The remaining women and children have been sold as sex slaves, married-off in a forced conversion or have been trained as "cubs of the Caliphate" to become murderous child soldiers.  5,000 - 7,000 were captured and by in large most remain Islamic captives.  The surviving families pray to be reunited with their daughters though many on both sides have given up hope leading to the reports of Yazidi captives killing themselves.  This intense pressure gave rise to this now somewhat renown rescue video which I cannot watch without crying.
I cannot believe the extent to which the nations are flooding to Germany.  Beforehand I knew of the refugees but many attempts at contact were so difficult as to make me wonder if it was worth it.  Language barriers and extreme need and system abusing liars all take the edge off of our passion but now as the nations no longer rise as water seeping through the cracks but as water bursting through the door and pouring through the window I am made to consider what my role, our role in this might be.

   The Yazidi people have a strange form of faith mixed with Christianity, Islam and Tribal superstition.  They revere a top fallen angel and are therefore known as devil-worshipers by the Muslims.  But in this I imagine there must be an openness to the Gospel.  As I considered these things today I saw a dark man with two children at the park.  I asked his language and he said "Kurdish" and expanded that he is a Yazidi who fled from Sadaam Husein.

Gods will be done.  "in the latter days the mountain of the house of the LORD shall be established as the highest of the mountains, and it shall be lifted up above the hills; and peoples shall flow to it" - Micah 4:1 AND Isaiah 2:2

I am glad to feel like God is still using us in our time in America.  Not only have we had awesome opportunities to exhort and encourage friends and family in the churches but thankfully he still brings us into contact with those who have yet to follow Jesus.  Two nights ago was one such example. . .

Friday, November 22, 2013

I had a hard day with Peyton today since Amy wasn't there.  She misses her mom.  Desperately pressed into prayer that evening and felt like I got a vision of the eyes of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah (that is Jesus as described in Revelation 5:5 [see also Gen. 49 and Numb. 24]).  They seemed to burn in my mind's eye with a loving fierceness.  As I was praying the presence prompted me to go to a local bar.  He prompted me to stop weeping over my difficulties and instead be strong and take courage.  So I stood up, cleaned my room and packed my bags.

When I went out that night on a walk I felt the presence of the lion and though I could not see him it was like I could see him running down the street expecting me to follow him.  I ran after the invisible lion and saw him turn into the bar.  I did not follow him in.  I was afraid.  Even though earlier I proudly told people that fear is a terrible decision maker I gave in.  I had never been in those bar though I'd walked past them a thousand times but I was so afraid.  "What will people think?  What if being in that place awoke some carnal desire in me and led me to sin?"  There even came the thought  "Doesn't Proverbs 7 instruct us to not even take the path past the house of an adulterous woman?"

I stopped in the street behind the bar.  "What am I so afraid of?"  I thought.  Didn't Jesus risk his reputation to share the truth by talking to the adulterous Samaritan woman while the two of them were alone at the well?  I do not desire the debauchery of the bar but I do desire Jesus.  This bar is the well of the hurting people of this community.  How do I expect any of them to be brave enough to come into the church when I am not brave enough to enter their bar?  I will just go in and see if I know someone" I reasoned with myself.

With a pounding heart I entered those doors to that most infamous institution for the first time in my life.  As I passed through the second door I experienced an anticlimactic reception.  A few people looked at me for a second and then nothing.  No one cared I was there so I looked through the bar for people I knew and quickly left without speaking to anyone.  Outside I was relieved by my experience but there was a problem.  The lion wanted to go back in.  I didn't.  But I dont want to be a wimp I want to be like the lion so we went into another grungy old bar up the road.

Again I was terrified but I pushed open the door and starred back at all the seated faces who were looking at me.  I hesitated and then just took the first open stool I could find.  A native American guy on my left started asking me what I was doing there.  We started talking and he kept saying.  "You know what!  I have to respect you.  You got a lot of balls coming into a bar and preaching Jesus."
"oh I'm not preaching.  If you want me to preach I can preach" I answered.
To which he retorted "okay go on and preach it!  I want to hear you preach it!"
I began explaining the gospel to the small audience around me.  A lady at the end of the bar overheard me and walked over.  I turned to see tears streaming down her eyes saying.  "Oh God oh God!  Why are you here why did God bring you here?"
We started talking and she just kept crying and confessing how she had turned away from her Christian upbringing.  As she cried I asked if I could pray for her and the man with her.  They each took one of my hands and I asked if I could pray for anything specific.  He asked for a good life but she paused for a minute and asked "for direction and that God would heal my two kids who I screwed up by my bad decisions."  She began weeping convulsively.

Then right there in the middle of the dirty, old smelly bar I got to bow my head and pray for these two hurting people.  I thanked God for his offer of forgiveness and redemption from any situation and for his steadfast love.  I thanked my Jesus for calling us back to himself and he strength to redeem us from our mistakes.  As the words hit her ears she crumbled and stood there sobbing uncontrollably under the realization of the unconditional love of God.  After the prayer the thin middle aged woman threw her arms around my neck hugged me while thanking me.  I felt really uncomfortable but at the same time I didn't pull away because I understood that it was from a pure affection and thankfulness that repentance had brought about in her life. They both thanked me profusely and I walked them to their car.  I reminded the woman that I had tried many things in life and that Jesus was the only one to bring real joy and satisfaction.  She froze, looked up at me and asked me to say it again.  "Jesus is the only thing that truly satisfies" I repeated.  She continued starring back at me apparently flabbergasted by the statement and so I repeated again.  "Only Jesus brings real satisfaction."

Do all those people remember the conversation like I do?  I pray so.

Either way I think this first experience is going to be far from the last experience I have "bar hopping with Jesus."