Yesterday we posted about Christian refugees in Jordan. These people have been through hell for their beliefs and they have many trials yet before them.
It was in the young adults that you started to see signs of trauma. A young man of about 20 sat with his arms folded across his chest, wearing the kind of thousand-yard gaze one sees on the faces of military veterans who have “seen some things.” He could not emphasize enough to us how little the Iraqi government could do to protect its Christian citizens from brutality.
One by one people began to stand up; they formed lines and we got a sense of what it must be like for priests in the confessional — each time the line would shrink to one or two people, more would stand and join their ranks. Everyone was anxious to tell their story, and each tale was more heart-rending than the last.
We thought the most amazing part of this story was that not one of these refugees ever considered turning their backs on Christ in the face of ISIS. It is with this in mind that we would like to ask:
