Meriam Ibrahim was back in the news this week. Meriam is a woman who has stood up to unknown terror and chaos for the name of Jesus Christ and the name of Christians everywhere. Due to extreme pressure and public outcry from international sources, she had a death sentence commuted for the crime of apostasy in the Sudan just a day ago and was released from prison. Anyone who dares reject Islam, is subject to breaking this law. That “religion of peace” has no tolerance for resistance or rebellion. You will be in it forever, or you will meet eternity.
When she and her children reunited with her husband, their first thought was to vacate the area as quickly as possible. They had planned to board a plane. The evil forces that she has been battling caught her again at the Khartoum Airport in Sudan. Her lawyers were unsure of the charges. They just know she was re-arrested and moved to a secret location for her “protection.”
Those are the most frightening words of all: government protection.
Meriam had hoped to start a new life in America with her small family. I pray that she will soon be able to realize the dream of freedom from tyranny and oppression and come to America, that shining place, where freedom is assured and no one is oppressed because of their religion. At least, that is our legacy. Our rights are eroding away, like the steady drip of water on rock. On first glance, water is much softer than rock. However, over time, the rock becomes grooved from the water’s persistence. Once grooved and worn, the rock’s hardness is compromised and it is open to trauma. It allows for outside forces to break or crack it.
America is becoming that grooved, worn rock. America is composed of the history of oppressed people who fled to our shores for safety. It is our swan song. It is the poem by Emma Lazarus written on the Statue of Liberty: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
The United States of America and her people have got to reach down deep inside ourselves and find that original rebel. We have to find the spirit of the Pilgrim who loaded their families into a small boat and set off to find a free life. We have to find the resilience of the persecuted Huguenots of France, or members of the Protestant Reformed Church, who settled in the Carolinas and other locations in the colonies. We have to find the courage of Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, Hancock, et al, who risked their lives and great fortune, unafraid to stand up for what they believed to be right and just.
Perhaps with our two cars in the garage, our comfortable homes and work a day life, we have forgotten what it is to stand for what is right. Do you have the courage of Meriam Ibrahim? Can you withstand ridicule, to be ostracized and suffer other untold things just to stand for what you believe is the right way to live? The right way to believe even if it meant your job, or your personal freedom? I like to think that we, as the original American rebels, do. We still have that in our DNA, in our blood. We are a breed apart, and always have been.
Start standing up for good now! Start with the little things that you can do something about, the misinformed voter, the street corners in your town where evil is being played out. It is these tiny drops that are wearing away at the great rock that is the United States. Don’t back down or give up! Our voices are the only chance to reform, to stop the erosion of this shining land of hope that has fueled the dreams of so many.