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War Zone

Isaiah 52:14 (New Living Translation)
14 But many were amazed when they saw him.
His face was so disfigured he seemed hardly human,
and from his appearance, one would scarcely know he was a man.

Isaiah 53:5 (New Living Translation)
5 But he was pierced for our rebellion,crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.

As her mind and body stirred into consciousness on that May morning in 1940, she heard the deep rumble of thunder. The thirteen year old Dutch girl brushed back the shiny, dark brown hair from her blue-gray, almond shaped eyes as they widened in fear. Storms frightened her.

But it was no passing storm that my mother heard as a young girl. It was the sound of bombing and the drone of planes--the start of the invasion of Holland by the Nazis. The bombing started in the morning and an ultimatum was given to surrender by 5:00 p.m. or the Germans would flatten the city of Rotterdam where she lived.

The children were sent home from school, "Until the war was over."

Mum said to her friend, "The last war lasted four years--imagine if we don't have to go back to school for that long!"

But it was to be five years before the Nazis were driven out and no life was left untouched by their reign of terror. While the children of Holland adjusted their lives to a changed reality, they were largely unaware of the terrible battle that raged around them--and the price being paid for their freedom--a price paid in rivers of blood.

How easy it is to get lost in the minutia of life and forget the reality that while we can be individually free through the blood of Christ, we are still living in a world at war--until he returns.

Genesis 3:15 (Amplified Bible)
15And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her Offspring; He will bruise and tread your head underfoot, and you will lie in wait and bruise His heel.


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