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I Weep for my Nation

Following the news of churches being torched yesterday, I wasn’t disgusted. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t vengeful. Instead, my heart broke to hear of what has become of my beloved Malaysia, my country, my home.

I wept.

I don’t know if it’s the first time, but I wept for my country. I will never understand why God placed such impossible leaders to lead this nation. I will never understand why He would allow such grievous injustice and mockery of His name to prevail. I will never understand how the Christians in Malaysia could stay calm and pray in this seemingly hopeless situation.

But I too, will never understand the love, grace, peace and hope that follows.

A love for the unlovable, just as He embraced me.
A grace for the unfavorable, just as He accepted me.
A peace for the distressed, just as He comforted me.
A hope for the desperate, just as He sheltered me.

I know my God prevails. In the midst of this storm, there still is hope for my beloved country. Not in any man, government nor earthly security. But in God alone will I rejoice for I know vengeance is His, not mine.

“My hiding place, my safe refuge, my treasure, Lord you are…”

2 replies
  1. Aaroink
    Aaroink says:

    Which one is sad? Weeping for your country or leaving a comment on my blog? =)

    No point crying. Save the energy to make a difference instead.

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