A Call to Christians Everywhere

As churches burn across Sudan, believers cling to the only liberty no tyrant can steal: FAITH

“If one member suffers, all suffer together.”— 1 Corinthians 12:26

True love is never safe. It is sacrificial.

It bleeds, forgives, and endures for the sake of another. The persecuted Christians of Sudan are living proof of this — men, women, and children who cling to Christ even when the cost is everything.

As St. Maximilian Kolbe once said:

“Love lives by sacrifice, and the more a soul loves, the more it will sacrifice.”

The world calls it tragedy, but Christianity calls it love perfected; the kind of love that turns suffering into an offering, and persecution into prayer.

Self-giving love.

“You cannot love the truth and not suffer for it.” St. Catherine of Siena

The Crisis

Across Sudan, Christian families are enduring a storm of horrific persecution and grief.

Churches bombed. Pastors tortured. Families fleeing through burned villages with nothing but the cross around their necks.

The war between the Sudanese Armed Forces and the Rapid Support Forces has become a shadow war against the Church itself; a campaign of destruction driven by militant ideology and decades of totalitarian Sharia rule.

In June 2025, three churches in North Darfur were bombed, killing the faithful at prayer.

Over a hundred Christian sites have been seized and desecrated.

Christians are arrested, beaten, and forced into hiding.

Some now meet in secret, worshipping beneath the sound of shellfire.

This is not just politics. It is a war on the human soul; on the freedom to believe, to love, and to live in peace as children of God.

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What We Must Remember

A society that removes individual choice cannot sustain freedom.

And when belief is punished, all human action becomes enslaved.

Sudan shows what happens when a nation replaces the religious freedom with totalitarianism and government coercion: freedom dies, dignity collapses, and poverty spreads like plague.

We who live in relative peace must not look away.

Their suffering is a warning….and a call to crush totalitarian systems before they have time to flourish.

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A Call to Prayer

Pray for the men trying to protect their families, widows and orphans, for pastors in hiding, for the traumatized children of war who have seen their churches and families reduced to ash.

Pray for courage among those who still choose Jesus even when it costs them everything. Sacrificial love is the greatest love there is!

Pray for conversion of hearts among those who persecute them.

And pray that freedom — both of faith and of conscience — may rise again in Sudan.

“The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church.”

May that seed, watered by tears and faith, bloom again on Sudanese soil.

O God of all power and mercy,
who gave Your Son to bear the Cross for the salvation of the world,
look with compassion upon Your servants who suffer for your name’s sake.

Strengthen their faith, increase their hope, even as they are martyred,
and grant that their patient endurance may lead many souls to conversion.
Protect them by Your grace and bring them to the joy of eternal peace.

Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son,
who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
God, forever and ever.
Amen.

For most of my life, I’ve worn the identity of an anti-war activist like a badge stitched into my soul. Since the ’90s, that was how I saw myself before almost anything else. After 9/11, I even created a blog (which was fairly popular I might add) called Evolutionary Means, where I shared thoughts under the motto: “Peace is a constant, even as the bombs fall.”

But as the years have gone by, I’ve come to see things a bit differently.

Peace…true peace…is not the constant.

War is.

As sad as my heart is to realize this, this thing that I hate more than anything, war – has always existed in this world of men, and it will exist until the very end. Isn’t it written into the ancient cracks of this broken earth?

Sometimes we try to resist it, to stop the dark and evil depths of the human soul, but the older I get, the more I understand: this world itself is not really ours to control.

It often feels like we are but vanishing whispers on the wind, unseen specks of dust on the back of something so much larger and more terrifying than any of us small people can even fathom.

A beast, if you will, and it devours us without apology. And it’s such a constant, and such a constant background noise, that we are unaware of it. We cannot see the beast that enslaves the world.

But still…still, I believe we are called to become peace…to become like Jesus.

To carry His peace within our hearts. To offer it in our homes. To sing it, speak it, and live it the very best we can …even as the bombs fall. Even when they are falling in our own back yards..

It’s not easy. In fact, it might be the hardest thing of all. But I believe it matters more than anything, to carry the peace of Christ within our hearts..This is what we’re here to do, first and foremost. To go so deep within the heart of Jesus, that we come to embody His peace in a realm where unfathomably dark and evil things exist. Like war.

Even as the world keeps on turning with sorrow and despair, there is true beauty in the soul who chooses gentleness and peace. Who chooses love. Who chooses Jesus.

Even now, especially now, I want to be that soul, childlike in my trust in God, and full of His Peace, even as the bombs fall.

Praying for peace in the hearts of all men and women.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen

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The Gospel Under Fire in Sudan