I’ve been pleading for rain for years
for lightning, thunder, whirlwinds of power
we all conceal a desperate need for healing
and we want it NOW.
Is this a bad desire?
Nope. Not at all.
but lately there’s a lesson that’s been tugging me from my intended course
to still and to bring knowledge:
God works slow.
revival is like the newborn baby’s very first breath
the doctors, nurses and parents breathe a sigh of relief
Mom & Dad, do they leave the new little life, on to their next thing?
Of course not. A baby is a full-time job.
A baby requires work, pain, money, love, maturity – sacrifice.
And usually life-time commitment. At least eighteen years or so.
Do you know what it means to be involved in conversion?
Discipling and conversion are like fingers and hands.
They're useless, separated.
Think about it.
What is the Great Commission anyway?
“Go therefore and get everybody to call themselves Christians”? “Go therefore and convince people to pray”? “Go therefore and free people from poverty and suffering”?
and make disciples
of all the nations,
in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
to observe all things
that I have commanded you;
and lo, I am with you always
even to the end of the age.”
For you? For me? What does it mean?
Did you know the word “wait” is in the Bible one hundred and forty-four times?
Did you ever realize that Elijah’s bout of suicidal depression was right after the revival on Mount Carmel?
Did you know that this year, you are not called to produce certain ministry results but
You are called to be faithful?
Elijah’s problem was doubt
He thought God was not powerful enough
He forgot about God’s sovereignty
And this is stuck with me because when I hear Elijah’s words, it’s my voice speaking.
“I have been very zealous…
I alone am left!
Now, Lord, take my life!”
But God causes the wind that splinters the boulders
The earth quakes
And a mighty fire roars
All the noise and power I’ve been begging for
He is not in them.
But He opens my ears
And this still, small voice
It’s been speaking all along.
In everyday grace
Yahweh’s disintegrating glory has been quietly working.
See, I thought I knew what it looked like.
I’ll bet we each have our own idea of what it must look like.
But Yahweh gently continues, regardless of our confused ideas
This work, this master story that He designed before the dawn of time.
Our lives are like one stitch in the King’s robe.
I forgot, when I was railing at Him for not caring
His joy is sunshine, oceans deeper than my purest gladness
And His tears, dark as blood
Led Him to take on millions of eternities of hell compressed into a few hours
I thought I loved them?