I feel so weak and afraid all the time. The day's have started to run into each other. I no longer feel the hunger that comes from eating only 1 cup of rice each day. The water we drink is dirty from running off the roof into the small bucket that was placed where the rain gutter emptied. Our clothing is worn and soiled. Most of us have lice of one sort or another. Only the new arrivals are at all healthy. Does God know where we are? If so why isn't he intervening? where is He?
The year is 2014. I'm not sure of what day it is, they all seem to run together somehow. We are located not far from Tacoma Washington. The compound we are being held in was at one time a campsite. The barracks are cold and in poor repair. In this society we are considered criminals guilty of the most heinous of crimes. Our names have been taken from us and replaced with a number. I am known as R224. Our property has been seized and we have become non entities.
This morning. as with every morning, we are called out into the cold darkness at 04:00. we stand there shivering. Is it from the cold or the fear? I don't know anymore. The guard calls out the numbers for today's executions. As we head back to the barracks I feel shame, relief and guilt. I have been spared for one more day. Walking back to the barrack, I whisper a prayer for those who had been called out to die this day. How could this be happening in America?
It started along time ago when a woman named Madelyn O'Hare sued to put a stop to children praying in school. It continued from that point on as the God haters slowly chipped away at the freedom of religion that our Constitution guaranteed to the citizens. As they chipped away at the Constitution, they snatched more power and finally decided to outlaw the God of the Bible entirely. Before long it became illegal to Practice Christianity in any form. Soon the inevitable followed. The Government established it's “all inclusive” state religion. The concept rapidly spread throughout the world and now there is a global religion for this global society. Oh God Where are you? Do you hear the cries of your people?
I have been assigned to a work detail today. They have sent me to bury the bodies of those whom were killed this morning. As I dig the graves, I quietly call out to God to remember the blood of the innocent that is being spilled each day. This place of death is not the only one. There are many places like this all over the world. God's people are being slaughtered throughout the nations. Lord hear our cries.
How long have I been in this place? I don't know, maybe four or five months. At night I join the others in prayer as we pray that God will hurry to save His beloved people and then we quietly lift our voices in praise to the Most High God. This gives us strength to face the morning. Oh why didn't we see what was happening to our Country? Why did we sit back and let the wicked take control? I don't know the answers to all the questions, but I do know God is still God and no matter how many of us they kill He will still be God. Nothing can change that.
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