the stones will cry out.

i can't imagine going through an entire day without showing or telling J how much i adore and cherish him. i think i would implode if i couldn't freely express to him, or the world for that matter, how deep and profound is my love for him. and if this is how stifled and besides myself i would feel in regards to my husband, how much more suffocating would it be if i couldn't speak about Jesus? what if J and i couldn't hold hands, close our eyes and pray for our meals in public like we typically do? what if J couldn't blast "Hosanna" on his iphone and sing along in the showered for all our neighbors to hear? would it make a difference and impact in our lives? would we carry on because no one noticed we were Christians anyways? i couldn't help but feel a piece of God's heart breaking as i read about the Egyptian Christians on ccn this morning. the article said some of them cried out "oh God" and "oh Jesus" as 21 of them were beheaded in Libya. i closed my eyes and pictured heaven and all the angels holding their breath and standing completely still, even just for a moment, as God heard their cries and wept with them. i bet they understood the passage in Luke that says, “I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”

i realize that praying before a meal, singing worship songs in the shower or blogging aren't huge acts of sacrifice or extravagant displays of affection. but today i'm holding onto these privileges a little tighter and closer to my heart as i have the liberty to worship Jesus on my knees, as elaborately or silently as i please, and so many others do not.