Don’t feel like posting about much else. I don’t think anyone I’ve ever known has been murdered. How do you process that? It seems like it was on a television show — it doesn’t seem real. But it is. I keep imagining what their last moments must have been like.
Can’t believe they’re gone. The trip to visit them (doesn’t seem like it was seven years ago) and spend time in Pakistan was one of the best experiences of my life. They were so committed to what they were doing. And it was all for the Gospel of Christ, that beautiful story that offers salvation to all who believe. That was their motivation. And they died for it. They died because they believed so thoroughly that the Gospel is the power of God to salvation that they were compelled to let that truth spill over from their lives to the nation of Pakistan and beyond.
The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church. That saying means so much more now. It’s personal. My friends were killed. They were the martyrs. Their family will bear the pain.
We have to believe that this was never out of God’s control, that even inexplicable things have a purpose, that we need to trust him. He will get glory for himself, even through the darkness.
I’m thankful for the Khans and their life of passionate service to their God. I’m thankful for their integrity and that there’s no question of that for those who knew them. I’m thankful for their lives, for their example, for their hope.