If not now, when? How many dead bodies is enough?
Don’t dream a little dream with me. Better yet, do. Then stand.
I was out for a walk today and saw a line with a thousand Christians holding signs and shouting. Behind them was a line of 100,000 Christians being silent. I walked forth and I joined the line in front. I asked for a sign and was given one while I found my voice. I shouted for all those persecuted and all those murdered in the name of Jihad. I prayed for a moment when Christ would protect me from the hate, intolerance and swords I knew to come in the name of radical Islam.
In short time, I watched the line behind me dissolve in crimson colors and unintelligable shrieks of fear. All of us a sudden there was no line behind me. There were no voices and there were no prayers. Yet, I stood, so my voice got louder and my prayers more courageous.
What line were you in?