They fled with everything they could carry in their arms, leaving behind their homes and the lives they had built. But they didn’t leave behind their faith and traditions.
Telling the Rohingya about the great love Jesus had for those the world had turned its back on reminds me of a song I used to sing, and I’m singing it now as I write this. “Tell me the Old Story of Jesus and his Love.” I’ve been telling this story to my Rohingya friends from when I first met them. They seemed to agree with what I told them. I believe they already knew but only needed to be reminded.
They believe in the goodness of Jesus and are open to talking about him. They welcomed what I had to say—much more so than a lot of people close to me, many of whom didn’t want to hear about him at all.
Someone I talked to recently expressed his anger at God for allowing so many innocent men, women and children to die in Palestine. But I think it’s the other way around.
The world has abandoned God and forgotten the example Jesus set for them.
marja
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