The Lord remembers us. In the affliction of those for whom we pray, when nothing seems to be moving, the Lord remembers. He has not forgotten their tears, the injustices that have been perpetrated against them. It is so difficult for most of us to look evil in the face; we weren’t designed for it, but we are equipped for it.
We were designed for life in a garden with no weeds, walking with God. We were designed to accomplish a work that would have been satisfying to us and without pressures and with no risk of failure, except failure to heed the word of God, but even in that garden, there was an enemy. There was there a wicked enemy, wicked because he suggested that God was unfaithful, unfair, and untruthful. Those who dwelt there could have silenced him with a word, could have banished him in the dominion they had been given.
Today we do what we can do, now that we cannot return to that paradise. We remember the Lord who remembers our Desperate Little Friends, who will avenge them in ways that we cannot. As we prayed last time, even the memory of those who have persecuted and afflicted those we love will perish.
We cannot live in the world before the enemy was granted access, but we can walk with God. His Word still accomplishes every deed that may be done, that every battle may be won. Psalm 9:7-14 …
We sing Your praises, Lord, You are enthroned in Zion;
We proclaim among the nations what You have done.
12 For You avenge blood, and You remember the evils that have overtaken those wounded in their hearts and in their bodies;
You do not ignore the cries of the afflicted.
13 Lord, see how enemies persecute those I love!
Have mercy and lift them up from the gates of death,
14 and I will declare your praises
in the gates of the Daughter Zion,
and there rejoice in your salvation.
Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion;
proclaim among the nations what he has done.
12 For he who avenges blood remembers;
he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.
13 Lord, see how my enemies persecute me!
Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,
14 that I may declare your praises
in the gates of the Daughter Zion,
and there rejoice in your salvation.
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