04/02/2026
There are moments when words feel too small… and this is one of them.
This Palm Sunday, while many were remembering the triumphal entry of Christ, others were running for their lives… mourning their loved ones… watching evil unfold in real time.
Men, women, families—gone.
Not for power.
Not for politics.
But because of what they believed.
And Scripture doesn’t ignore this reality. It speaks directly to it:
“When He opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain for the word of God and for the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, ‘How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?’ Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer…” (Revelation 6:9–11)
This isn’t just history.
This isn’t just prophecy.
This is happening.
There is grief. There is injustice. There is a cry going up to heaven that has not gone unheard.
God is not blind.
God is not absent.
And He is not slow in justice—He is precise.
But here’s the weight of it:
Those who stood firm… who did not deny Him… who held their testimony even unto death—are not forgotten. They are honored before the throne.
So while we grieve, we don’t grieve without truth.
The same Jesus who entered Jerusalem knowing the cross was ahead…
Is the same King who will return in righteousness.
Pray.
Stand firm.
Do not compromise your testimony.
