He knows and He weeps.

Last night I listened to the news reports of rape and murder of Christians in Iraq. I dared to ask God questions worn out from passioned use throughout the years of our sin shattered world.  I demanded to know;

"Do you know about this?!?"

Then I told God;

"It’s too much."

As soon as my thoughts formed their petition, they echoed around the Throne Room of God and returned to me amplified that I might rediscover my reverence and find my fear once more.  Instantly I knew the answer to my questions because I know love that goes far beyond the capacity of mine causes God’s heart to break beyond what I can imagine.

And yet in His patience He communicates to my lack of understanding again today.  As I open my window to listen to the downpour of Belfast rain;

Hear the rain as it beats to the ground

It is not peaceful; it is angry;

I weep.

See the wind sweep leaves from the trees;

It is not seasons; it is grief;

I weep.

Read the news reports from your phone;

It is not information; it is tragedy;

I weep.

Hear of the deaths and persecution;

It is not purification; it is oppression;

I weep.

And as the rain gets heavier, I hear the tone in my Father’s voice; He knows.