He was an Iraqi soldier fighting under Saddam Hussein in Desert Storm, one of a privileged class who lived well and wanted for little. Amazingly, he was a Christian. When Saddam rained poison gas down on the Kurds as punishment for their lack of support, the soldier saw it all—the terrified parents rushing terrified children forward, the young men running with their grandmas on their backs, the families tossing aside the last of their worldly goods in their struggle to escape the poison gas.
The soldier gathered his own family together. He locked the front door of his lovely house and tossed the keys to his luxury car to the neighbor. Then he joined the crowd of running Kurds. He would not be back. He knew it.
Saddam Hussein is no more. The Kurds are living a better life. The soldier? He and his family have cast their lots with the Kurds.
The soldier’s compassion brought his family to the Kurds, but it is their faith that sustains them there. His family are all Christians. But not they alone, for day by day, more Kurdish Iraqis join them.
The family of God at work.
“Sympathy is no substitute for action.”