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The Voice of the Martyrs now has a website where you can listen to news podcasts about current persecution against Christians around the world. This is news you WON'T hear on your local news or even cable news shows.

As I was listening to this podcast updating news of violence against Christians in India and Ethiopia I thought, "This is so easy to overlook! This is news which is so easy to not hear! Lord, help me to take the time to listen and pray and remember my brothers and sisters! May Your grace and mercy flood these areas through these children of Yours."

Remember those who are in chains and mistreated with me today!

Hebrews 13:3
Sheila

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