“But before all this they will lay their hands on you and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues and prisons, and you will be brought before kings and governors for my name’s sake. This will be your opportunity to bear witness. Settle it therefore in your minds not to meditate beforehand how to answer, for I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which none of your adversaries will be able to withstand or contradict. You will be delivered up even by parents and brothers and relatives and friends, and some of you they will put to death. You will be hated by all for my name’s sake. But not a hair of your head will perish. By your endurance you will gain your lives.” Luke 21:12-19

My apologies for not posting more on Truthful Thursday. It’s not as though there isn’t enough truth to post, as there is more than I will ever discover, but just a lack of time on my hands. Today’s truth resonated in my mind about losing my “rights” as a Christian. I say “rights” in the terms of how this world defines it. The idea of losing my “right” to free speech, to voice my beliefs is concerning, but Jesus has already told me this would happen. He didn’t promise peace on earth, but betrayal, anger, fear, hate, evil. However, he did promise that not a hair on my head would perish (I take this to mean, I will be saved from hell, not that this earthly body will go unscathed). I read this and some part of me, perhaps the daring, fighting Sarah, wants to say “Bring it on, when you mess with me, you mess with God”, and I gain reassurance that this world is not my world, this home is not my home. I am merely biding my time until I can go home and see my Father.