Psalm 40:13 “Please, Lord, come rescue me! Come quickly, Lord, and help me.” Last year, I made my first investment into a company whose team I had never met. In the midst of the covid pandemic, I had no chance to travel to see them in India. Months later, I still haven’t met them, but I’m on a weekly call with the CEO and I somehow feel closer to him than many people I’ve spent a lot of time with in person. We had our first board meeting a few weeks back and as usual I asked how we as investors could help him. “As you can see, the business is performing well, but we have to do three times the orders with half the staff because everyone has covid. Our friends and family are dying all around us. If there’s one thing you can do, it’d be to help us find vaccines for the team. We really, really, really need some vaccines.” I consider myself a pretty resourceful person, and have been able to help my CEOs with some pretty desperate requests. But I’ve never heard a founder beg for something the way I’ve heard him beg for those vaccines. I made some calls after the board meeting, but it’s an incredibly dire situation, and that makes me feel desperate too. Usually I discount media accounts as overly sensationalist, but this is one case where I’m convicted it’s much worse than anything you can see in the news. This founder is a very devout atheist, and one small ray of hope is that covid has opened a window for me to share my testimony with him. I’ve started sending him prayers of protection, with the footnote “I know you don’t believe what I believe, but I think given the circumstances you’ll take what you can!” Today he wrote back “I can’t thank you enough for keeping us in your prayers.” It’d be preposterous to propose that tens of millions of people catching a life threatening disease was worth one person receiving prayer, but I do believe that what the enemy intends for evil, God always uses for good. Lord, today I’m really trying hard to see things as you see them. I know your heart goes out to the millions of desperate families in India. I know you feel their pain, just like when you wept with Martha at the tomb of Lazarus. But I also know that the name of Covid bows down to the name of Jesus. We know that the end is good, and if it’s not good, it’s not the end yet. Bless our brothers and sisters in India. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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