Most who know me know that I love the writing of John Piper. This morning I was reading in "A Godward Life, Book Two" about devotion to Christ and loving HIM above all things. And the devotion conculded with the following story about the Haim family of Cambodia. Having children, I so related to this father's place in his child's life and how he valued his faith over life itself. I want to be the same, but wonder if I would be.
In the village of Siem Riep, Cambodia, Haim, a Christian teacher "knew that the youthful black-clad Khmer Rouge soldirs now heading across the field were coming this time for him.... Haim was determined that when his turn came, he would die with dignity and without complaint. Since "Liberation" on April 17, 1975 what Camodian had not considered this day?... Haim's entire family was rounded up that afternoon. They were "the old dandruff!", "enemies of the glorious revolution!". They were Christians.
The family spent a sleepless night comforting one another and praying for each other as they lay bound together in the dewy grass beneath a stand of friendly trees. Next morning the teenage soldiers returned and led them from their Gethsemane to their place of execution, to the nearby viel somlap, "the killing fields"....
The family were ordered to dig a large grave for themselves. Then consenting to Haim's request for a moment to prepare themselves for death, father, mother, and children, hands linked, knelt together around the gaping pit. With loud cries to God, Haim began exhorting both the Khmer Rouge and all those looking on from afar to repent and believe the gospel.
Then in panic, one of Haim's youngest sons leapt to his feet, bolted into the surrounding bush and disappeared. Haim jumped up and with amazing coolness and authority prevailed upon the Khmer Rouge not to pursue the lad, but allow him to call the boy back. The knots of onlookers, peering around trees, the Khmer Rouge, and the stunned family still kneeling at the graveside, looked on in awe as Haim began calling his son, pleading with him to return and die together with his family. "What comparison, my son,' he called out, "stealing a few more days of life in the wilderness, a fugitive, wretched and alone, to joining your family here momentarily around this grave but soon around the throne of God, free forever in Paradise?' After a few tense minutes the bushes parted, and the lad, weeping, walked slowly back to his place with the kneeling family. "Now we are ready to go, Haim told the Khmer Rouge.
Few of those watching doubted that as each of these Christians' bodies toppled silently into the earthen pit which the victims themselves had prepared, their souls soared heavenward to a place prepared by their Lord. (Don Cormack, Killing Fields, Living Fields: An Unfinished Portrait of the Cambodian Church--the Church That Would Not Die [Crowborough, England: Monarch Publications, 1997], 233-4).
My thoughts raced to my own family and I want to lead them with this devotion and knowing that Death is not to be feared, but to be embraced and celebrated as the victory that it is and be willing to live each day for the One worth dying for! We don't face that level of intimidation and direct confrontation in America. Our threats are subtle: materialism, greed, comfort, self-preservation. They attack everyday and round us up and we face the guns to give in to their pursuits, or die to self and live for Him. This post is a call to courage to stand and fight, and die for all that we believe.
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