Thinking about the martyrdom of Makak Ibrahim Sinweet opens a pathway into my heart. The view from this trail isn’t always a pleasant experience.
In wearing my #ORANGE21 shirt I turn up the volume of my self talk to a mega db level.
- The way these people are looking at me indicates that I don’t fit in with their expectations.
- That guy’s smirk indicates that I stand out as different.
- The open laughter after I pass by hints that I, at best, make poor fashion choices, and at a deeper level that I am actually a fairly bad example of a human being.
Yet none of the responses to my bright orange shirt are anywhere near the level of being cut off from humanity that Malak Ibrahim Sinweet experienced.
If being the cause of laughter, snide comments, and a bit of ridicule cause turbulence inside of me, how would I ever endure being hated to the point of martyrdom?
Malak Ibrahim Sinweet’s legacy, in part, calls me to confront the coward inside of me, not in the face of death, but in the face of wearing a bright orange shirt.
‘Father, thank you for your son Malak, thank you for his faithfulness till the very end. I ask that you would take his last words, ‘Oh Jesus’ and cause them to become the heartfelt cry of millons across the muslim world. May his sacrifice be not in vain, and may many be drawn into your kingdom because of his life and simple last prayer.”
Comfort all who mourn today.
May I find strength in Malak Ibrahim Sinweet’s final words which were a last act of defiance against evil and last act of Faith, Hope and Love: “Ya Rabbi Yasou,” or “My Lord Jesus.”