Excitement breeds its own kind of restlessness. And yet, peace pervades even my unfocused energy. It makes for a very strange combination. I feel as though I am living in the midst of a pregnant pause. Much like the moment before the sun appears over the horizon, I sense that a new day is about to dawn for the Body of Christ. There is a question that hovers between dark and day, and silence awaits our answer. But I'll get to that in a minute.
The great revivals of the past linger in the periphery of the present state of the Church. Things are not as they should be and we know it. Mostly, we haven't been able to wrap our heads around why, or our hearts for that matter. Revival has become our "Christian-ese" word for this elusive longing that we all experience. It is the expression of our deep, indefinable desire for the reality of God.
I no longer want revival. Don't stone me. Or at least hear me out first.
Revival is restoration from near death. The problem is that Jesus calls us to take up our cross and follow Him. He tells us to lay down our lives. This sort of passion leaves no room for incompletion. When we decide to surrender ourselves to Him (which we must do daily), it is death to self. It hurts and it is hard. It is often confusing and opposed. There will inevitably come a moment when we are tempted to cry out for rescue, "Wait, God. Maybe I don't want to do this after all. This doesn't feel good. Revive me!"
He is not interested in forcing our hand. So, He breathes life into us and nourishes us. We recover. He gives us more time to grow. In the process of revival, our flesh has been reanimated along with our spirit. We are comfortable, but we are back to living in the almost.
Generations crash like waves on a shore and then recede into the sea of ages. The Father is watching over His Word to perform it, He is waiting for the fullness of time,longing for a people who are willing to follow Jesus to the cross. This is a generation who seeks His face, though it cost them everything. It is a generation whose heart cry has become, "I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow to attain to the resurrection of the dead." Philippians 3:10,11
Is anyone else weary of trying to contrive and manufacture? Is anyone else tired of laboring to maintain? I want to stare into the eyes of my Savior and let myself bleed away like yesterday. I want to become a purified,emptied container for His resurrection life.
In this yearning, the question presents itself: Anointing or glory? Almost or all the way? Revival or resurrection?
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