It was said that Cain lived his life as a wandering vagabond, but now we see the saints, traveling from city to city, treading upon the earth, walking on the path of uncertainty, not knowing to where Providence will lead them, without the much desired knowledge as to when the torment will cease, and the road to bliss discovered under the dark clouds of fate.
They run from the rapacious hands of wicked men; they flee to one place, and then to another city of capricious hope, and when they receive the morose and indefatigable hatred of the heathen, they flee “into another” (Matthew 10:23), without knowing as to when the sharp stones of the sons of Belial will appear to pierce the holy temples of the Holy Spirit.
Such is the existence of the Christian, whose days are just as precarious as the waves of mankind’s journey to life’s end, ascending up to the realms of vain hopes and the dimmed twilight of humanity’s night sky of ceaseless darkness, descending to the never ending waters of capricious miseries, and then transcending to the terrifying and still state of quiet despair, in the unstable seas of the purest evils.
Our contact from Syria, The Persecuted Christian, has lived in this life of uncertainty. Both his father and sister were brutally executed in the bloody Massacre of Dweir after refusing to convert to Islam. The Persecuted Christian himself went to Saudi Arabia, and when the government was getting more suppressive, we rescued The Persecuted Christian and settled him in the UK.
But The Persecuted Christian’s aunt, Nazmt Toume, fled the village of Dweir after the jihadists attacked, and resided in the Arman District, and just a day ago, she was martyred, and with the shedding of her blood, she now experiences the eternal bliss of Paradise.
She was residing in the village of Arman in Syria; the Muslim jihadists launched two rockets into the area, and one of them landed right where Nazmt was standing. Right at the moment when the rocket exploded, a car bomb erupted on the spot where the rocket landed, and she received the burning impact of the two weapons of Cain.
Her legs were severed from her body, and she bled to death.
Actual photograph of Nazmt Toume
We are working tirelessly to rescue Christians in Syria, Iraq, Pakistan, and other lands where the sword of Islam has been unsheathed, and Christians like Nazmt Toume, are being killed, raped, kidnapped, and tormented every single day. Rescue Christians is now working on the ground in Syria and Iraq as we are partners with Sister Hatune Dogan who already has saved thousands of Christians from death. We can save and protect many more Christians in Syria and Iraq with your help.
Sister Hatune has been awarded the Order of Merit by the German Government for her work (equivalent to Congressional Medal of Honor). Please click here to partner with us to save thousands more from the Islamic oppressors. All donations are fully Tax deductible.
Nazmt Toume’s nephew, The Persecuted Christian, who we rescued from the clutches of Saudi Arabia, the Whore of Babylon, is now very active in providing us with stories of Christian persecution in Syria, and knows innumerable Christian families in Syria.
He wrote his impactful sentiments of the deepest lamentation over the murder of his dear aunt, in these words:
Some people can’t speak about it, where does it go? The body remembers everything. Excessive amounts of time and energy are spent trying to remember conversations we once had, to create the statements that were never voiced, or to imagine reactions never received. These are heavy bricks to carry for endless days, months, or even years.
Did anyone hear the song of death? I hear it every day in Syria; I hear it sang by my beloveds, the death ghost is chasing them everywhere, saints are followed by demons. Resting in heaven, peacefully easing my mind but with conflicting thoughts that often leave much pain in a heart filled with agonies following their martyrdom.
She missed them; she missed her brother and her niece and it was her time to leave. She left quickly without a goodbye; she left with no remembered sigh. It can be more challenging to remember so-pleasant memories of the time you had with your family and relatives who passed away, while the clock is ticking hours and days to receive the shocking waves. Today my aunt passed away and May God rest her soul in heaven to light the way.
Most Death incidents help us mourn the loss of a loved one, how to cope with yearning, how to adapt to the emptiness following the death of someone so significant in your life that the mere thought of living without them feels incredibly overwhelming and incapacitating.
I realized I saw her face today
In the sparkle of the morning sun.
And then I heard the angel say
“Her work on earth is done
I thought that she had left us
For the stars so far above.
And then I heard the angel say
“She left you with her love.
I thought that I would miss her
And never find my way.
And then I heard the angel say
“She’s resting with your father and sister away”
And now we see the state of the Christian’s existence, ever watchful for the coming light of hope’s dawn, and ever knowing on the perpetual darkness that lies before his eyes. As Our Lord tells us,
Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. (Luke 13:24)
Observe that He says strive, which is quite significant; for it indicates that the life of the Christian is one of endurance, and not of comfort. Therefore, the life of a Christian is one of suffering. As Our Lord declares:
ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved. (Matthew 10:22)
Life is a journey to a place where there is no end, where there is no journey. The process of the journey is worthy of the runner, who sprints through the lingering labyrinth of the race till the line of victory is met with the burning feet of the holy warrior, who strives to the narrow path that leads to everlasting life.
Will you, dear reader, run this difficult race with us, and rescue the persecuted Christians who are enduring through the narrow path? Will you run this arduous race with them? Or will you put your talent under the ground and do nothing. Will you watch your brethren lay dying and suffering on the road of tyranny, and be as the priest who, when he saw the tormented man lying alone on the lonely earth, “passed by on the other side” (Luke 10:31)? Or will you be as the Samaritan who, “when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him” (Luke 10:33-34)?
The choice is yours, to do the work of God or the work of the callous priest. Which one will you be? Please have pity on the oppressed Christians, and give what you can to deliver them from this suffering.
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They run from the rapacious hands of wicked men; they flee to one place, and then to another city of capricious hope, and when they receive the morose and indefatigable hatred of the heathen, they flee “into another” (Matthew 10:23), without knowing as to when the sharp stones of the sons of Belial will appear to pierce the holy temples of the Holy Spirit.
Such is the existence of the Christian, whose days are just as precarious as the waves of mankind’s journey to life’s end, ascending up to the realms of vain hopes and the dimmed twilight of humanity’s night sky of ceaseless darkness, descending to the never ending waters of capricious miseries, and then transcending to the terrifying and still state of quiet despair, in the unstable seas of the purest evils.
Our contact from Syria, The Persecuted Christian, has lived in this life of uncertainty. Both his father and sister were brutally executed in the bloody Massacre of Dweir after refusing to convert to Islam. The Persecuted Christian himself went to Saudi Arabia, and when the government was getting more suppressive, we rescued The Persecuted Christian and settled him in the UK.
But The Persecuted Christian’s aunt, Nazmt Toume, fled the village of Dweir after the jihadists attacked, and resided in the Arman District, and just a day ago, she was martyred, and with the shedding of her blood, she now experiences the eternal bliss of Paradise.
She was residing in the village of Arman in Syria; the Muslim jihadists launched two rockets into the area, and one of them landed right where Nazmt was standing. Right at the moment when the rocket exploded, a car bomb erupted on the spot where the rocket landed, and she received the burning impact of the two weapons of Cain.
Her legs were severed from her body, and she bled to death.
Actual photograph of Nazmt Toume
We are working tirelessly to rescue Christians in Syria, Iraq, Pakistan, and other lands where the sword of Islam has been unsheathed, and Christians like Nazmt Toume, are being killed, raped, kidnapped, and tormented every single day. Rescue Christians is now working on the ground in Syria and Iraq as we are partners with Sister Hatune Dogan who already has saved thousands of Christians from death. We can save and protect many more Christians in Syria and Iraq with your help.
Sister Hatune has been awarded the Order of Merit by the German Government for her work (equivalent to Congressional Medal of Honor). Please click here to partner with us to save thousands more from the Islamic oppressors. All donations are fully Tax deductible.
Nazmt Toume’s nephew, The Persecuted Christian, who we rescued from the clutches of Saudi Arabia, the Whore of Babylon, is now very active in providing us with stories of Christian persecution in Syria, and knows innumerable Christian families in Syria.
He wrote his impactful sentiments of the deepest lamentation over the murder of his dear aunt, in these words:
Some people can’t speak about it, where does it go? The body remembers everything. Excessive amounts of time and energy are spent trying to remember conversations we once had, to create the statements that were never voiced, or to imagine reactions never received. These are heavy bricks to carry for endless days, months, or even years.
Did anyone hear the song of death? I hear it every day in Syria; I hear it sang by my beloveds, the death ghost is chasing them everywhere, saints are followed by demons. Resting in heaven, peacefully easing my mind but with conflicting thoughts that often leave much pain in a heart filled with agonies following their martyrdom.
She missed them; she missed her brother and her niece and it was her time to leave. She left quickly without a goodbye; she left with no remembered sigh. It can be more challenging to remember so-pleasant memories of the time you had with your family and relatives who passed away, while the clock is ticking hours and days to receive the shocking waves. Today my aunt passed away and May God rest her soul in heaven to light the way.
Most Death incidents help us mourn the loss of a loved one, how to cope with yearning, how to adapt to the emptiness following the death of someone so significant in your life that the mere thought of living without them feels incredibly overwhelming and incapacitating.
I realized I saw her face today
In the sparkle of the morning sun.
And then I heard the angel say
“Her work on earth is done
I thought that she had left us
For the stars so far above.
And then I heard the angel say
“She left you with her love.
I thought that I would miss her
And never find my way.
And then I heard the angel say
“She’s resting with your father and sister away”
And now we see the state of the Christian’s existence, ever watchful for the coming light of hope’s dawn, and ever knowing on the perpetual darkness that lies before his eyes. As Our Lord tells us,
Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. (Luke 13:24)
Observe that He says strive, which is quite significant; for it indicates that the life of the Christian is one of endurance, and not of comfort. Therefore, the life of a Christian is one of suffering. As Our Lord declares:
ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved. (Matthew 10:22)
Life is a journey to a place where there is no end, where there is no journey. The process of the journey is worthy of the runner, who sprints through the lingering labyrinth of the race till the line of victory is met with the burning feet of the holy warrior, who strives to the narrow path that leads to everlasting life.
Will you, dear reader, run this difficult race with us, and rescue the persecuted Christians who are enduring through the narrow path? Will you run this arduous race with them? Or will you put your talent under the ground and do nothing. Will you watch your brethren lay dying and suffering on the road of tyranny, and be as the priest who, when he saw the tormented man lying alone on the lonely earth, “passed by on the other side” (Luke 10:31)? Or will you be as the Samaritan who, “when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him” (Luke 10:33-34)?
The choice is yours, to do the work of God or the work of the callous priest. Which one will you be? Please have pity on the oppressed Christians, and give what you can to deliver them from this suffering.
Source:
http://shoebat.com/?p=48100&preview=true
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