For the first time in my life, I am beginning to understand why so many Christians in the time of Diocletian clamored for martyrdom. For all of the troubles in my life, there is something inherently unjust about my sitting in an air-conditioned Florida home office, looking out over a peaceful back yard, while my brothers and sisters in Christ are being brutally martyred around the world. When the gun is pointed at my chest, may God grant the courage to stand with Him in my dying breath.
Your words echo my thoughts. Well said.