“People have an idea that the preacher is an actor on a stage and they are
the critics, blaming or praising him.
What they don’t know is that they are the actors on the stage;
he (the preacher) is merely the prompter standing in the wings,
reminding them of their lost lines.”
(ready for the first road trip to visit Moppie and Poppie / 2018)
Often times, we are required to leave the shelter of our wombs…
the warmth and protectiveness of a familiarity we have grown accustomed to cherish.
Because we have been called…to go.
(Uncle Percy is a bit perplexed by this new visiting neice/ Julie Cook / 2018)
“It was strictly forbidden to preach to other prisoners.
It was understood that whoever was caught doing this received a severe beating.
A number of us decided to pay the price for the privilege of preaching,
so we accepted their [the communists’ ] terms.
It was a deal; we preached and they beat us.
We were happy preaching.
They were happy beating us, so everyone was happy.”
Richard Wurmbrand, Tortured for Christ
Sometimes we are called to go to places we’d rather not go.
In order to share with those who have not heard or do not know
that which we do know…
And we must speak to them about that which we know and they do not know
because it is what we are called to do…
I learned about Pastor Richard Wurmbrand when I was early on in high school.
I ordered the book, Tortured for Christ.
I’ve written about Wurmbrand before…
“Pastor Richard Wurmbrand (1909—2001) was an evangelical minister who endured 14 years
of Communist imprisonment and torture in his homeland of Romania.
He is widely recognized there as one of the country’s greatest Christian leaders,
authors and educators.”
The knowledge of the scourge of Communism, along with its anti-Christian hatred,
during the midst of the Cold War, only heightened my interest behind the story
of Pastor Richard Wurmbrand—-
his preaching, eventual arrest, tortures, rearrests, more tortures, solitary confinement…
all of which left a deep impression upon me.
I don’t know if I could go, live, share and do as those who have each suffered so grievously
at the hands of their tormentors—only to continue on, day after day..offering hope and love
to those very ones who tormented and tortured…all because of the calling and the love…
I think of Father Maximilian Kolbe who also knew to go and to share…
sharing all the way to Auschwitz…and who would continue sharing even unto his own death…
How many have gone and shared long before all of us, only to offer the ultimate offering?
Our prayer is that we might all have the courage to go, to do, to share and to say
when we are called to do so…
no matter how great the cost…
For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.
Oh, Julie, she’s so beautiful. I love your post today also. About a year ago, I started writing letters to my granddaughter. I should’ve started when she was Autumn’s age. Now she is 15 and letters from grandma aren’t that important. It would be lovely if you kept some kind of journal for her in the future. I’m hoping my letters to Kaeli will be cherished some day. These early years are so precious and I know you are going to have a wonderful influence on Autumn’s life. LOVE YOU!
I told myself before she was born I’d write a letter— I will start soon— right now we’re rolling around the house since no one slept all night- surprise 🙃
I didn’t mean right now. Enjoy the moments – even the sleepless nights. And sleep deprivation all around. This too shall pass.
No—I know— you just reminded me
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So awesome 😍🙏
a little sugar cookie 🙂
Thank you GW
You’re very welcome, SC with joyful sprinkles 😍😚
Autumn is so beautiful and so very precious! My youngest grandchildren are getting older now and my granddaughter is entering those teen years very shortly but the time we have spent together has sown great seed as both were so happy to see me when I flew up recently. What a privilege it is to be present for our grandchildren.
I know you’ve got to miss them now living in the Soo….