We invite you to join us during IDOP
in praying,
interceding, and informing others about
Christians suffering for their witness of Christ globally.

The month of November sets the stage for us to cultivate a lifestyle of prayer for our persecuted family on a consistent basis. We ask you to remember those who are beaten and imprisoned, those who have lost their families, those who are lonely in dark and cold places.

Remember to pray for the persecutors. Jesus told us to, “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” (Matt. 5:44) He even went further by saying, “Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” (Matt. 5:11-12)

It is very important to remember our brothers and sisters around the world who are risking their lives at great cost and sacrifice. Remember the ones who are deceived and persecuting them, for their hearts to be opened and for the love they experience through the one they are persecuting to pierce their hearts and draw them to the Father.

If you would like to spread the word about our brothers and sisters in the persecuted nations, please feel free to request newsletters from us. 

 

 


  

A Cry From The Persecuted

The grief and pain that entangles me deep within.

The thoughts and tears are mingled in.

The breaking and aching that’s become so familiar.

I take a deep breath and breathe in my Savior.

I cry and cry and cry only to look in Your eyes and see your tears holding mine.

Taking away every fear. You looked at me.

You saw me in between and even before the beginning.

You endured such pain for the joy that was set before you.

You received the scorning knowing your purpose would be fulfilled.

You were steadfast knowing what you would accomplish.

Your relentless pursuit for your children.

Your love so much stronger.

Your love pouring out to show your love is longer.

Patiently enduring…

You were pierced with anguish and pain.

The deepest kind, I can’t believe you remained.

Hanging there with your arms wide open,

always pouring out your love,

even in the unspoken.

Weeping, bleeding, sweating.

Excruciating pain.

Hanging on a tree, humiliated and rejected for all to see.

Your body was broken and you gave up your life.

You paid such a price for me to have mine.

As I lay here weak and weary and exhausted from tears.

I find hope in your resurrection power.

 

Your love pursues me.

Your plans and your purposes are grand.

Your hope is everlasting and your love is unfailing.

Your joy is ever sustaining and strengthening.

Your arms wrapped around me brings me peace.

Even in this time of not understanding and feeling so stuck I can’t breathe.

Even when it all looks saddening.

I will put my trust in you and receive your love and truth,

knowing you are my everything and you are powerful and almighty.

You are holy and the creator of all things.

You care about my little life and you give me a yoke

that is easy and a burden that is light.

I will call upon the name of the Lord and trust in your healing.

Ultimately knowing your all satisfying love

will sustain me and get me through anything.

I will rejoice in you and all you’ve given me.

Your love is stronger and will get me through.

Endurance and steadfastness because I have You.

It’s all about you.

Help me take my eyes off of these shattering cries

and give me a breakthrough and peace inside.

 

True love and abundant life is the greatest gift I could ever receive.

Your joy is my strength and because its Christ I gain.

You are worthy of all the pain.

The more I look into the eyes of our Suffering Savior.

The more I realize there is beauty even in the darkest nights.

Because it’s the light of Christ that sustains my life.

My very oxygen that gives me breath even under the seas of distress.

His life and purpose and fellowship is more than I could ever imagine.

So I will stay in His presence where there is the fullness of joy

and He will surround me, embracing me and keeping me

and shining through the cracks of this jagged jar that He is molding.

In the brokenness He completes and fulfills me.

Because when I am weak, He is strong.

So even in the midst of everything I see there is beauty in the suffering.

Poem by Iam Joy


 

Resources

We have books of overcoming testimonies of persecuted believers around the world for you to be inspired and share, as well as equipping material to grow in ministering to Muslims.

 

 

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