The Girl in the Metal Building

 There was a woman and her friend, both missionaries, walking down the road in Cambodia.  Suddenly they hear something clattering violently in a metal building.  They began searching out the problem. They open the door and find a girl, about eleven years old, chained to a board, and left completely alone.  This young girl's mother said that the purpose of this type of containment was because the girl had a "monkey demon".  Of course they want to help this girl-save her!  The mother reluctantly allows them to take her to the hospital, but said that they must bring her back.  They take her to the hospital but, of course, she has no "monkey demon", but a light case of Epilepsy that could be controlled by orally taking medication- just two pills.  Simple, right? She can be helped- healed!  Finally, a dismal end, the mother wanted her back, and if nothing has changed . . . that eleven year old girl, now a few years older, who has no "monkey demon" is still chained up to the board in the small metal building.  

Things like this remind me of how easy my life is.  How God said He wanted to save me, just like the missionary desperately  wanted to save the young girl chained to the bondage of her assumed (not real, of course) "demon".  No one was denying me the privilege of rescue from my bondage to sin- her mother did.  This story is heart-breaking, yes, but it should also spur our hearts to desperately cry out to God for these people just like the girl in the metal building. All in bondage to many diverse things, but in bondage none the less.