Two young Christian ladies were imprisoned in Iran because of their faith. Captive in Iran tells their story of being imprisoned in Evin Prison and their continued witness as Christians. It was a good reminder of God working through the prayers of his people, and that He is at work in the hardest of countries.
The following excerpt from when they were in prison is one small inconvenience they faced, but their response was a challenge to me – when it is so easy to complain at the smallest thing.
“The end of Nowruz also meant that the prison shop would reopen. Our sisters had set up an account for us so we could buy snacks and a few other small luxuries. We stood quietly in the queue. The moment the window opened, there was a mad dash as dozens of women scrambled to be first in line after two weeks without shopping. Others jumped in front of us, shoving and yelling. Soon they were pulling each other’s hair, screaming, and swearing. We backed farther away, saying, “Please go ahead.” It wasn’t worth it to fight for a spot. We could wait until tomorrow. We turned and started back toward the ward.
The only quiet place was at the very front of the line, where Soraya’s gigantic bulk nearly blocked the view of the window for everyone else. She was first, and for all the other squabbling and pushing, no one dared lay a hand on her. Seeing us retreating, she headed toward us, calling out, “You silly girls, why do you let others cut in line ahead of you?”
Before we could answer, she grabbed us, one with each hand, and led the way back, barreling through the swarm like a ship parting the sea, straight to the head of the line. “Here you go. Now do your shopping, my dear girls.” No one dared dispute her decision-including us.
The shopkeeper was a young woman who also worked in the office. She took one look through her little window at us-the Christian girls!-gave a sudden scowl, and said curtly, “The shop is closed!” sliding the panel shut in our faces. We waited for an hour until the window reopened, and then placed our order. But instead of handing us our items, the girl threw them through the window so that they either hit us or fell on the floor. Our natural impulse was to shout back at her or complain. Yet, we thought to ourselves, our little inconvenience and embarrassment was nothing compared with what Jesus endured for our sakes. We had no need to complain, though we surely had the right to. We knew we were there as part of God’s perfect plan to do His work. The incident tested us and reminded us of how hard it is to remain silent and Christlike in the face of even the smallest challenge. We prayed that God would always give us the power to forgive and a sense of compassion for everyone, even those who mistreated us.” Pages 104-105