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By Jeremy Kirby
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pale skin. He wiped the sweat from his forehead; the Army helmet was very
uncomfortable, but here in this Hell-like part of the world it was standard procedure for an American journalist. The high-pitched whir of bullets ricocheting off the decrepit old buildings and the constant storm of bombs exploding gave him a surreal feeling of dread and misery, but that is why he was here, to give an account of the life of an American soldier in this ravaged and war-torn country.
Then something caught his eye as the medic jeep he was hitching a ride from taxied hurriedly down the dusty street. He turned his head to see what this unusual sight was, as he looked, the chaos was put into slow motion and he saw the most beautiful little girl. She must’ve been only six years old; her skin scorched by the desert sun, making her green eyes distinct in a divine way. The wind whipped around her diminutive form, her dusty brown hair dancing in unison with it. As dirty and frail as she seemed one thing stood out to the journalist, it was the dress she wore. It was a lacy white dress, one that a girl would wear to church on Sunday morning. But there was something peculiar about that dress; in this filthy place it was perfectly pure and white with no spot of dirt in sight. As the jeep sped by, the journalist craned his neck toward her; he didn’t want this picture to vanish. In that moment as he looked on, she returned his stare until they could no longer see each other.
In the days following, that little girl never left his mind; he just didn’t understand why she was there, in the middle of it all.
Then early in the morning, on the last day of his journey he reminisced, remembering the heartfelt prayers of his mother when he found her kneeling before her bed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the burden for her son’s soul weighed upon her heavily. She prayed that he would find Christ, and now years later and thousands of miles away, in the most wicked of places, Christ found him, as the form of a little girl. Tears now streamed down his face as he asked Jesus to forgive him and come into his heart to live forever. As he prayed, words from the scriptures flooded his soul.
“As it is written: For your sake we are killed all the day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.” Romans 8:36 (NKJV)
We are the fathers’ children and the Shepherds sheep and God loves us dearly, more than we’ll ever know. Even though, it is still His will that we delve without fear into the very hear of chaos so that we may bring with us to Heaven all those little children that God so loves.
That day one of God’s little children was brought back into His bosom, the soul of the American journalist was forever changed because of the fearless witness of a little girl; this is the will of God for every Christian heart.
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