For years, God has placed prayer warriors throughout our nation, seeking God’s will. Many have joined in on the movement of prayer and fasting. To what end? Psalm 85:8-13 shows a snapshot of people that also sought God for change in their land. In verse 8, there is a warning. “But let them not turn back to folly.” If you were to go look up the exact meaning, you would find that folly meant they no longer lived to the fear of God. So I will ask this question. If God granted the prayers of those fasting, would the church return back to the comfort they desire? See, God’s word asks His people to strive for diligence, but the American church hears comfort. God’s word says the church is to provide for the needy, but His people teach prosperity and government programs. The corporate prayers cry out for peace, but God’s word teaches integrity. The unity that God calls for is “Unite my heart to fear Your name.” So I will ask again, “To what end?” If the church is honest about the desires of the heart, then I believe that will be the beginning of the true revival. We cannot lie to ourselves anymore.
We seek what we love. Are you seeking God’s will, which requires us to die to “self, “or are we seeking American relaxation and opulence? The fifth chapter of James instructs how to use the riches God blesses His people with, and it was not for our use. I believe that God will grant the cries of His people, and this can become the largest harvest of salvation ever seen in America and throughout the world. I also understand that the temptation to relax and go back to what got us in trouble in the first place is knocking at the door, ready to devour us again. There is a reason God reminds us to remember. So get a belly full of the evil and the fear in your life and resolve yourself to keep focused on God. Ask God when He answers our prayers to keep us motivated so that we can finish well.
The other day, God reminded me of a story. When I was teaching in the old mission building, my classroom was the library. I loved the big tables that we could join together as we discussed God’s word. Then I had to move over to the men’s side of the building and teach in one of the classrooms. It was your standard room with conference tables. At the time, I felt the setup cold as I was way upfront from the ladies “teaching.” My director permitted me to join the tables together to make it more intimate. Since I was having trouble with my legs, she told me I could leave the tables joined together for the guys to put the room back together. She forgot to tell the guys. One day, a man came storming into my classroom and yelled at me. “You will put those tables back,” he demanded. I looked up and slowly said, “No.” He screamed again, “Yes, you will.” I again replied, “No, and if you have a problem with that answer, you can talk with my supervisor.” The look on his fa...
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