“There is power in the name of Jesus,” we sang full force. “There is power in the name of Jesus to break every chain,” we repeated with arms out-stretched.
“There’s an army rising up,” the refrain assured those gathered in a synagogue-turned-church.
I stopped singing.
That very day a youth militia was rising up across Burundi, armed and ready to suppress opposition with guns, grenades and machetes. Every text and tweet confirmed what war looked like. The metaphor got caught in my throat. I dropped into my chair and stopped pretending that strong armies best represented God’s power in the world.
Read the rest over at SheLoves Magazine as we contemplate the theme of POWER this month.
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