Disclaimer: This is a true story found online. I re-wrote it into first person for a school project but I think that the message is powerful. May you be strengthened and encouraged in your faith by what you read here.
Quick facts: Girl, 16 years old, Asia, 1970s
The story: My name is Mary. I am 16 years old. As the pastor was reading from the Bible, men with guns suddenly broke into the home, terrorising us as we gathered there to worship our Lord. The men shouted insults and threatened to kill all of us! The leading officer pointed his gun at the pastor's head. "Hand me your Bible," he demanded. Reluctantly, the pastor handed over his Bible, his prized possession. With a sneer on his face, the guard threw the Word of God on the floor at his feet. He glared at us. "We will let you go," he growled, "but first, you must spit on this book of lies! Anyone who refuses will be shot." We had no choice but to obey the officer's order. A soldier pointed his gun at one of the men. "You first." The man slowly got up and knelt down by the Bible. Reluctantly, he spit on it, praying, "Father, please forgive me." He stood up and walked to the door. The soldiers stood back and allowed him to leave. "Okay, you!" the soldier said, nudging a woman forward. In tears, she could barely do what the soldier demanded. She spit only a little, but it is enough. She too was allowed to leave. I quietly came forward. Overcome with love for God, I knelt down and picked up the Bible and wiped off the spit with my dress. "What have they done to Your Word?" I cried "Please forgive them," I prayed. The man put his pistol to my head and pulled the trigger... My name is Mary and I am a martyr
The poem: Afraid? Of What?
To feel the spirit's glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid - of that? Afraid? Of What?
Afraid to see the Savior's face
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid - of that? Afraid? Of What?
A flash, a crash, a pierced heart;
Darkness, light, O Heaven's art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid - of that? Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid - of that? -E.H. Hamilton
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