We Don’t Live in Nazi Germany

My heart is so heavy.

This is 2014.

After World War II, we swore, “Never again.”

Graffiti in Rome: Dirty Jews

A rabbi was shot on his way to synagogue in Miami, Florida. Not in Europe or the Middle East: right here in America, guys.

Children in Mosul are being systematically beheaded, simply because they are Christians. (WARNING: this link has extremely graphic photos that reduced me to tears.)

 

Isis is “killing every Christian they see”

Hamas violates ceasefire after ceasefire

The Iraqi city of Mosul has had a Christian presence for the last 1,700 years. No more; Christians are forced to convert or die. “The houses of Christians were specially marked with the Arabic letter ‘N,’ meaning Christian,” said Nadia Nafik Ishaq.

The Arabic letter N, for Nasarah (Christian) on a Christian home in Mosul.

Sounds vaguely familiar.

I was recently accused of having “a heart of stone” that “bleeds only for Israeli dogs” when I mourned the loss of Hadar Goldin, an IDF soldier captured and murdered by Hamas.

The truth is that my heart breaks for any group that is harassed by a terrorist organization. The citizens of Gaza are being murdered by the very rockets fired from Hamas. They have shown a complete disregard toward any form of human life.

I weep for the Iraqi Christians.

I weep for Israel.

I weep for the Palestinians in Gaza living under terror.

In the face of such horror, it can be easy to become overwhelmed and bury our heads in the sand. This is the worst thing we can do; evil triumphs when good people do nothing.

This article lists three ways we can be actively involved in helping the Christians in Iraq. I would add two more: stay educated and informed. And pray.

Blessed are the persecuted; blessed are the weak and wounded. This is your song. Stand strong.