I just read this poem by a Coptic (Orthodox Christian) orphan in Egypt. Please take a few minutes to watch this video of her poem:
Today, the faith I need to continue my recovery pales in comparison to what my fellow Christians in Egypt are suffering.
Today, I stand in awe of their faith. Especially the children who have the courage and conviction to write:
My pen aches with the injustice…
Every feast brings me to tears…
Whether they call me “murdered” or “martyred”
What’s important is to die upon my faith.
