Copiapo Mining Disaster, by desert_atacama, Wikipedia, by permission
Still faint and sick with hunger, now racked with discomfort and pain, still knowing that they might be living in their own tomb, the 33 Chilean miners heard and then saw the first drill bit break through. Now there would by communication with the surface. Now, at least, those 33 men knew that those they loved had not given up on them.
They were nearly too weak to rejoice, but in all the despair and the fear that had swamped their hearts, at least they knew, somebody cared. Somebody had not given up.
That, my friends, is you and that is me. Those for whom we pray may not even know we are praying, just as those 33 captives did not know how many people, and at that point people all around the world, were following their story, praying for them, hoping against hope to see them emerge, somehow and someday soon. They could not have known … they did not know for weeks … if anyone was still on the site or making any attempt.
Thank God Maria Segovia did not keep quiet. Thank God those families pitched their tents outside the fences and would not go home.
The story of the 33 continues, but we know they were evacuated. How about your 33? And mine? Will we camp out at the Throne of Grace, worshiping and praying, until they are FREE??
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