Thursday, May 15, 2008

Pray for China

The number of human casualties in the Myanmar cyclone has climbed over 100,000. Now, the recent 7.9 quake near Luoshui Town, China is estimated to have killed close to 50,000 people. These numbers are hard to imagine. My prayer is for the witness of the church to be powerful in these places at this time. The picture below is a building that cracked down the middle, yet it was over 150 miles away from the epicenter of the quake.


Rick Calohan said...

My former minister and his family sponsored a student pianist prodigy from the Chengdu province to the United States, and so when I heard of where the epicenter was immediately my heart, my thoughts, and my prayers went out to those affected by the earthquake.

As I wrote, regarding Burma,

C.S. Lewis said, “God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world”

John Calvin in concluding prayer from his sermon on 1 Timothy 2:3 This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior,

"Seeing that God has given us such a treasure and so inestimable a thing as His Word, we must employ ourselves as much as we can, that it may be kept safe and sound and not perish. And let every man be sure to lock it up securely in his own heart. But it is not enough to have an eye to his own salvation, but the knowledge of God must shine generally throughout the whole world."

Missions to the World, the mission outreach of the PCA has a nice Asia quiz for those not familiar with the region.|mtw_invision07.asp&area_2=public/Resources/Invision/2007/04/FieldAsia

On a personal note may we at Redeemer lift up in prayer Joe Marquez and his son Michael as they must relieve the tragic events that took place on July 15, 2006, regarding the murder of Joe’s wife, and Mike’s mom Pamela Marquez. Joe is a close personal friend of my cousin and he grew up in my old neighborhood in Northeast Kansas City.

Frontier Forest said...

I must confess my lack of understanding… WHY? When I got home on Tuesday evening from my travels, sitting outside, with my beautiful bride, enjoying our wonderful covered patio, listening to the birds sing, while sipping a glass of wine, with a broken voice I asked Cheri. “Here we are, in God Blessed America, drinking in all this beauty, while lavished in complete comfort, wondering Why Lord? There are hundreds of precious children buried in rubble, screaming for help that won’t come, and we are here? WHY LORD?” Her wise comment brought my questioning mind some peace. She said, “Woody, that’s why we aren’t God!”