And as the bodies of those killed in Manipur waited to be buried, choir after choir sang for the memorial of the martyrs, and the words rang in my ears, “When you go Home, tell them about us!”

Yes, Florence and Olivia, you two who were stripped, raped, and killed, when you go to heaven your home, and I’m sure you already are there, though maybe your bodies haven’t been buried, tell God about what is happening here. I am sure you have bodies now, that don’t bear scars of the terrible humiliation, shame, pain and agony you were subjected to as men worse than beasts first shamed you naked, and then had their way with you.

I’m sure that in your darkest moments you both never imagined that such could ever happen to you and more. And now as a God above comforts you and gives you peace, tell Him like the choir beseeches you to do, about the goings-on over here in this nation. Tell him, that a land which should be governed by rulers now have rulers who are being governed by political considerations, that instead of stopping a rape or killing, the ones that should and could, now look to see who the victim is and then decide to intervene.

“When you go home, “sang the choir, “Tell them about us!”

Tell God, that His intervention is needed, that the beasts who carry guns, and who don’t keep their activities to just gunning, but also molesting and raping, need to be stopped, that rulers watch in silence, while His children are being thus terrorized!

And I know that a God of vengeance will soon act, and great retribution from Him is in store!

Psalm 94:1 says, “O LORD, God of vengeance, God of vengeance, shine forth!”  The Psalmist is in agony watching the wicked get away with their evil, hurting the innocent, even the people of God.  The wicked mock and scorn God, believing that they have gotten away with their evil.  But the Psalmist comes to rest in the fact that the God Who made the eye can see and will judge.  He says in verse 23, “He has brought back their wickedness upon them and will destroy them in their evil; The LORD our God will destroy them.”

I watch the choirs sing, I watch the tears flow, and just as I watch, I hear a God above say, “Bob, I will wipe away every tear.  They, my children may be crying in the night, but joy will come in the morning, when God turns this valley of tears into a city of everlasting joy. In that day, God himself will stoop down to each of His grieving children and — somehow, someway — he will dry up tears forever. “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore.’..!

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