I was reading the news yesterday morning when I stumbled across a story about two Somali girls , aged 15 and 16, who were dragged off the street, accused by radical Muslim rebels of being spies, prohibited from seeing their families, and then—in shock and in tears—publicly executed.
I can’t get their deaths out of my mind.
Maybe it’s because we have two girls, who used to be teenagers. I see their faces superimposed on the CNN photographs.
Maybe it’s because it’s such a horrific story. So senseless. So evil.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been praying for God to break my heart for the lost and the hungry and the hurting.
There’s nothing I can do to help those two teens. I don’t know if they knew God or not. Had they ever had a chance to learn about Jesus?



