“Do you ask, “Well, now, where do we go from here?” The answer is, “Where sinful individuals or sinful nations can only go—back to a merciful God.” Hear me! Every church without a prayer meeting condemns us; every lost heathen condemns us; every dry eye among us condemns us; every wasted minute of our time condemns us; every unclaimed opportunity for God condemns us. Next year is not ours. Tomorrow may be too late. Unless we repent now, unless we fast and weep now, woe unto us at the judgement!” — Leonard Ravenhill, Prayer Revival
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I have continued to pour over Scripture and focus on what it has to say about repentance. I wrote the first part of Prayer Journey: Repentance and could not bring myself to post it without more study. The more that I studied, the more that God shook me. I have never felt so hungry for Scripture. Personally, I have been convicted of a particular sin that I struggle with. Not a sin that comes and goes in spurts. Not something that is a mere slip of the tongue or wandering of the mind. A sin like a stone; a big, heavy boulder that weighs on my mind. The type of sin that I find myself praying about more than anything else. A thorn in my side. A sin that I ask to be taken from me. One that I have asked for forgiveness for many times before, yet continues to weigh on my mind. A sin that steals away precious time spent in prayer praising God and focusing on His holiness. The sin is lust.
For others, it could be anger, bitterness, not forgiving someone, language, crudeness, sloth, gluttony, disobedience, lying, or any number of things that weighs down their soul. The Bible never makes excuses for any of these things. In each case, there is never a time that God doesn’t call for immediate repentance. Yet, there are days and sometimes weeks where I think to myself and others probably ask themselves, “Why even pray about it? I know I am just going to do it again.” This is the Devil’s “gotcha!” moment when we become poor witnesses, deflated and defeated. It’s a weak point, unprotected by the full armor of God.
God holds His index finger up to His mouth and says (sometimes with a smack across the head), “Be silent. I love you. I sent my only son, Jesus, to die for you. There will never be a way that you can overcome your own sin, but Jesus took your place on the cross and gave you a way to be forgiven. Why fight against peace? You will not find happiness outside of my will for you. Make it your passion to serve me! Come and stand in awe of my Me! Proclaim my name amongst the earth!”
I have already posted the following video, but it is convicting and worth listening to multiple times.
I have lost my rights as a man when I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior and proclaimed with my mouth that God raised Him from the dead. I have been nailed to the Cross along with Jesus. I am a bondservant of Christ.
The word for bondservant in Greek is doulos, which means one who is devoted to another, disregarding their own interests. Thus, to be a bondservant of Christ means that I no longer live for myself. I live for Jesus. This is a mighty and fearful notion; to not live for myself, but wholly live for another.
This is an age of instant gratification. Meals are created in mere minutes. People divorce each other because “love is hard”. If it takes more than 1.2 seconds for a webpage to load, tempers flair. I can buy a ticket to fly on an airplane at 15,000 feet in the air to any destination in the world in a matter of hours, yet complain of any delay or lack of peanuts. In my selfish nature, I live in a greedy survival mode. I tend to subscribe to a “me first and the gimme gimme” lifestyle. It can be hard to devote myself to a job, to a relationship, or even a tv station. I’ve gotten into arguemtns with people over things like politics because they say they have a right to voice their opinion, yet they don’t vote and can’t name any politicians. I will fight over who is the best baseball team or contestant on American Idol and can tell you who in Hollywood is sleeping with who. Yet, I find it difficult to pray for longer than ten minutes. I marry myself to such mundane, worthless things. How much more should I marry myself to the Creator of the entire universe?
“…We have no one to blame for our spiritual impotence. We have not half a chance that anyone will believe us for transferring to another the guilt of our criminal stagnation. We cannot blame the devil for this impasse, because Jesus said, “I give unto you power…over all the power of the enemy.” We cannot blame our enemies, because the Word says, “We are more than conquerors through him that loved us.” We cannot blame the weapons combined against us, because we have “the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.” We dare not and cannot blame God, because He has said, “Ask, and it shall be given you.” We cannot say that the supply lines have run out, because the Book says, “All things are yours.” It looks as if we have run out of scapegoats! As a wise man said, “The fault, dear Brutus, is within ourselves.” — Leonard Ravenhill, Revival Praying
There needs to be a revival of this nation. There must be a revival on a global level. First, a revival call to leaders and second, a revival call for repentance for such a great magnitude in number of people who have grown lax in their conviction and study of Scripture.
There are far too many people with itchy ears listening to teachers and preachers who have made teaching and preaching a profession and commercialized the pulpit and pen. Truly, this is a time when gain is thought to be godliness. The largest church in America follows a man who preaches prosperity over Christ and has changed the message of Christ’s crucifiction. Yet, there is surprising few that are taking a stand. I say, “If no one hears you shouting, shout louder.” I know many who say that they are too busy. They are too busy to pray. They are too busy to read.
In fact, I have had personal friends claim that they do not have time to read the Bible, let alone pray. I know without a shadow of a doubt that many of these same “busy” people lack zeal for the Lord. They are unable to answer truthfully that they read the Bible daily. They lack a prayer life. They are easily swayed by shoddy teaching. They are a wildly emotional bunch and the first to shout, “You are judging me” when they are challenged spiritually as if equating the judgement of their works and their soul are equivelent judgements. If only they’d read just a small portion of God’s Word and be convicted of their laziness and infantile minds, which produce very little knowledge of the heavenly, yet are quick to spout facts about the latest fads, movies, and sports.
It is a desire of mine; to spark and ingnite flames inside sputtering hearts, including my own. If I could just hide myself even more so behind the Cross and let Christ shine brighter. Better to be rejected for my faith and good works in the name of Jesus than to fall victim to the swaying, weak nature of peer pressure and verbal abuse by giving in to popular thought. Here, in a country that does not understand suffering and is full of books imploring Christians to “Go and teach them to obey everything [Jesus has] commanded you,” there far too many people standing still. There is a lot of gathering of things and many that have more than enough seek more. Yet, these people have little or nothing of worth. Nothing to look forward to but the empty promises of more stuff. Their possessions die with them.
When I heard Ravenhill say that the gospel is a “sacrificial gospel” and not a gospel measured by success in worldly terms, I could not help but weep. I know what it is to not live sacrificially and it is a burden to see many people live the same way. Truly we are surrounded by a “million ways to hell” but there is only one way to heaven. The thought of a sacrificial gospel is like a spear to my hard heart too often. It’s important to go before God on my knees and be softened up.
When I see so much time, money, and effort spent on constructing new buildings to entice more people to fill seats on Sunday, so much money spent organizing themed parties to initiate sharing the gospel, the majority of time spent in youth group playing sports and games instead of learning about God, the smallest portion of time during church services being spent praying and the greatest amount of time spent singing songs that do a poor job replicating the sounds of today, and can regularly ask people at church, “What is the gospel?” and they can’t answer correctly or well, it makes me want to lose my lunch.
The world was and is never meant to come to me or anyone else. I have been sent to the lost. I have been sent to the poor in spirit just as Jesus came to save the very same. I must think about myself, my friends, and Christians everywhere that need to be more obedient to God; who have known for a long time what they are supposed to do and do not do it.
Have I ever been burdened for God? I may have claimed to be burdened by God and complained, but have I ever been burdened for God? Have I been such a bright light that people have asked me to turn down the light? Has anyone ever traveled to me, like a city atop a hill, and entered my home for comfort because they saw me from a distance and were intrigued? Have I been salt enough to this world to preserve conversations that spur on the gospel? Have I been ridiculed for my love for the Lord? HaveI been abondoned because I believe in Jesus? Has there been divisions betweenme and my family and friends because the world and heaven do not mix? Have I ever truly seen the battle between powers and principalities?
God does not burden those He can’t trust. He will not burden those who are spiritual infants with tasks they cannot carry out. Many spin this to mean that God won’t fill a life with difficulties that will bury someone emotionally and physically, but it is more than that. It is the burden of the gospel. It is the name of Jesus on the tongues of believers which the world hates. This is a burden that God will give me strength to bear because Jesus bore the sins of all humanity then and now.
I ask myself, “Do I want to get to the judgement seat and hear God say that He had many things to tell me, but did not because I could not bear them?” Certainly, I do not. I want to pray more, learn more, sweat more, grieve more, weep more, sacrifice more, and love more. My God, I do not want to be too timid! I do not want to be a spiritual child. I want to break a spiritual barrier and be a giant, fed on a diet of prayer and the Word of God.
Ecclesiastes 5:1-7 says: “1Guard your steps when you go to the house of God. Go near to listen rather than to offer the sacrifice of fools, who do not know that they do wrong. 2 Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few. 3 A dream comes when there are many cares, and many words mark the speech of a fool. 4 When you make a vow to God, do not delay to fulfill it. He has no pleasure in fools; fulfill your vow. 5 It is better not to make a vow than to make one and not fulfill it. 6 Do not let your mouth lead you into sin. And do not protest to the temple messenger, “My vow was a mistake.” Why should God be angry at what you say and destroy the work of your hands? 7 Much dreaming and many words are meaningless. Therefore fear God.”
God is asking me to repent and to listen to him. I imagine standing at the cross as Jesus hangs there paying for my sins. I see a neverending, incommprehensible love hitting you like a beam. Jesus’s love brings humility and reveals God’s will for me. Jesus is light. His eyes pierce thoughts, desires, and hearts like fire; burning up all that is unclean. There is nothing to do but fall to my knees in fear and awe. I should think about the challenges the world poses as it tries to keep me from uniting with God.
Nietzche once wrote, “You will have to look more redeemed if I am to believe in your Redeemer.” So, when I should be on my knees saying, “Holy, holy, holy,” yet I am looking from side to side or “When [I] come from church, [I] give the impression that instead of coming from the Father’s banquet, [I] have just come from a sheriff who has auctioned off [my] sins, and now [I am] sorry that [I] can’t get them back again” (Helmut Thielicke), I am doing nothing to get back to a merciful God.
Oh, this foolishness and stubborn pride of mine! I am not condemned any longer, but I am called to die to self-wants and self-”needs”. I am to die to my whole self daily and be crucified right along with Christ, my sins buried with Him. I am a new creation in Christ, filled with the Holy Spirit.
I am not called to simply be saved, but also to be sanctified. My life is a process towards holiness. If I continue in my sin, then I am fighting against God. I am resisting God’s will for my life, which is to live in the fullness of Himself. Sin can be like a drug, but it only leads to emptiness. Jesus is not just some rehabilitator. He covers over my sin. When I die and am judged, God will see Jesus and not my sin.
I ask for prayer that I find strength. Pray that I continue to internalize His words. I will do the same for you also. A broken and contrite heart is what I long for and I ask for prayer that it becomes second nature to have God at the forefront of my mind. It is my hope that this is also your desire. Inside my dreams, I see a revival. A harvesting of those labouring in prayer. There is a flame inside my heart to evangelize and raise up an army of those who are alive in prayer, not dead in lust for the world and slothful in zeal.
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Give Up the Stone
by Tim Young
03/30/2011
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Regret
Like a millstone
Tied around my neck
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I thought I could hide it
Under layers of skin
Where a battle wages on
Between flesh and sin
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Guilt
Like an anchor
Pulls beneath the surface
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I thought I could fight it
With will power and win
Still a battle wages on
Between flesh and sin
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Brokenness
Like a wave
Come crashing over me
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I thought I was good
A moral kind of man
Without a need for healing
Or a life with a plan
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Blood
Like winter snow
Blankets my heart
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I change my mind
And give up the stone
To carry a tree
And follow what I can’t see
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In my prayers, it is easy to turn God into a genie and ask for an infinite amount of wishes. When Jesus taught His disciples how to pray, it was to tell them that prayer is in the holy name of God and in seeking out God’s will. I can’t help but see a lack of sincere prayer in the Church.
Prayer becomes a series of habitual motions. Prayer becomes something for meal times. Prayer becomes something majorally for times of need. With daily bread and life in my bones, I am blessed.
I must go before the Father in heaven with thankgiving and reverence on my lips. I should listen instead of doing all the speaking. I need to ask for His will be done and not curse when my desired outcome and wishes are not fulfilled exactly how I imagined them (or not at all). I must not forget to praise God’s holy name first. I should never forget to rejoice in Him. I am blessed already. I should repent and ask for forgiveness, praying for those who God has not called yet in reverent hope that God counts them worthy of His wonderful calling.
“Wherefore also we pray always for you, that our God would count you worthy of this calling, and fulfill all the good pleasure of his goodness, and the work of faith with power” (2 Thessalonians 1:1).
Altogether, I can’t help but think that people hold back in their prayers or fear sharing their prayers, especially if they are revealing that they are sinners.
Ecclesiastes 7:20 says, “There is not a righteous man on earth who does what is right and never sins.” Let’s not be
“[A] world [that] has lost the power to blush over its vice; [a] Church [that] has lost her power to weep over it” (Ravenhill, Revival Praying).
