One day and rather out of the blue, or so I thought, God began breaking my heart.
As a missionary, I was used to the term “God broke my heart for …” when it was followed by a particular people group or followers of a certain world religion. Typically, it’s said to express a growing, God-given love and awareness towards a specific group. But, this was different. It wasn’t a “people group” – not really anyway. [Read more…]