A Prayer for Revival
A thousand thanksgivings for a thousand eternities would not be enough to express our joy for freeing us! You paid more than what has ever been paid before to set me free. No longer am I a slave to sin, but by your grace a bondservant to you, O King.
And now I think of so many still enslaved. Won’t you free them too? Your grace is enough, your death paid the debt we owe, won’t you take them too?
Lauren is in Nigeria, Kara and Chloe in Tanzania, Rachel in Germany, and the ME team in the Middle East, preaching the gospel to sinners like us. Use them and speak through them. Won’t you take those whom you deserve? What about Kalyn, Linda and the Kids, Jenny, Aimee, Randy, Nando, Glen, AJ, Johann, Danny, Ewasko, and my family? Take them, please!
I don’t want your name to be forsaken in their lives. I don’t want your name to be blasphemed in their hearts. I don’t want your grace to be untasted by their souls. I ask and hope that it is your will that they be saved. I beg that they will become accountable to you now, before your majesty forces them to bow in the end. I beg you for their salvation. Do great things amongst the nations; redeem your tarnished name! Bring back the lost, take the throne, Jesus!
Victory is yours, how can we be in denial of it? You are Savior. You are Lord. You are Sovereign. How can we ignore it? Wickedness and perverseness is this generation. Our culture mixes souls with one another by cheap words and cheaper sex. We belittle every gift you give. We murder children and sacrifice them to the god of convenience. We sell the ideals of fiction and forsake reality. We are blinded and deafened by the sights and sounds of our iniquities.
And your children are spoiled by their rebellion. We wait for heaven but forget the One who will take us there. We sit in our big new buildings with Playstations, Pipe organs, and coffee shops, shaking each other’s hands for being saved. How many of us watch instead of worship? Who is genuinely contrite for their sins and desperate for the refreshing breath of grace, which only you can provide?
Revive us O Lord. Revive the dead and dieing in the great halls of your bride. Command us and give us what you command. Let us seek your righteousness and authentically seek your face, instead of just listening to a song about it.
Who is like Him, the Lion and the Lamb?
Who is this king you keep babbling about? Why do Christians worship this man that died 2000 years ago?
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” –John 1:1-5
“Give ear, O heavens, and I will speak; And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth. For I proclaim the name of the LORD: Ascribe greatness to our God.” Deuteronomy 32:1,3
I love to watch in the mornings as His sunrise bathes the land with its warmth. The trees and the lawns are plated in gold.
And I look up into the stars at night, the beauty that captivates all men for all generations, and I wonder at His magnificence! And I question, like David: Who are we? Who is man that He would consider us (Psalm 8: 3-5)? We were made last after the heavens and creation were prepared. For His glory He made man.
He is the sweetest poet writing the sweetest sonnet. He romances His people. He woos them with His longsuffering, goodness, and forbearance. He fights for us. With fury, He picks up sword and shield to ransom His beloved from the enemy. Since creation He, our King Most High, has been our champion. Our victor.
But Oh how His beloved is disobedient! How wicked and ungrateful are His people. We reject His voice. We reject His existence! How blind and foolish are we His people. And how horrid will be our punishment. In the hands of the enemy we cast ourselves in disregard to our Creator.
Oh let us awake Zion! Let us set forth from iniquity Tongue, Tribe, and Nation! Do you not see our sin? Do you not see how we rebel from our king whom saved us from the maw of Sheol? Shake off the dust and arise, my soul! Give glory and honour and praise to the Most High King, the Lord God.
My King! Grant me discipline and steadfastness to endure the enemie’s attacks. Grant me faith so that I may obey your commands, my just redeemer!
How quickly I leave the Lord! How I have put my shield down and was lured, seduced, enticed into the clutches of sin. So hypnotized by the harlot; His soldiers forsake Him. Like men we think not of whatever things are true, noble, just, pure, lovely, and of good report. We think of ourselves. We think not of His death and Resurrection. We think not of what it took for Him to redeem our souls, and so we leave the race and run off the path to the harlot who whispers sweet promises of vanity in our ears. She has laid her bed with Egyptian linens, myrrh, and cinnamon.
And the battle is weary! Would it be less if we, His people, weren’t prone to wonder from the refuge of His wings?
His joy is not a supplement. It is not to compliment our lives with utility. It sustains us! His grace feeds and nourishes the weak-hearted. By His grace we obtain the joy to our souls He provides through knowledge of Him. Breath is a gift. Joy is a gift. Repentance is a gift. We are rightly instructed for He, our God, teaches us.
This is the Lord God. This is our Creator. This is Jesus Christ. All praises to His name alone forever and ever.
