Everything, everywhere, all at once is crashing in on me. My world is spinning out of control. I’ve lost my grasp. I’ve lost my confidence. Hope is slipping away.
To quote the psalmist (just like Jesus did), “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
In this chaotic universe, cursed by sin and broken by self-destructive choices, everything, everywhere, all at once derails my dreams, drains my energy and robs me of my faith.
Still I will cling to You. I will cast myself upon You. With what little faith I have left I will leap into arms I cannot see but trust are there.
Lord, You are my everything. You are everywhere all at once. There is nowhere where You are not. You are ever-present. You are all-knowing. Nothing escapes Your watchful eye. You are all-powerful. Nothing is too hard for You.
Because you are my everything, everywhere all at once, you know what I need. You know what I lack. You know what I long for.
Carry me, Father in Your everlasting arms. Hold me close to Your beating heart that I might hear the pulsating reminder of Your never-ending love.
Time was when Jesus got top-billing. The headlines were unmistakable. In cover-story proportions, God got our attention (or at least attempted to).
And time and time again, God’s Spirit manifests itself in life altering ways. Be it at an altar near the front of a church or in an outdoor sanctuary in a baptistry of ocean waves, faith is celebrated in never-to-be-forgotten ways.
But sadly, given the times we live in today, too many have forgotten what God has done and what He has promised to do.
It’s time to be reminded. It’s time to be revived. It’s time for God to restore the years that the locusts have destroyed. It’s time Jesus gets top-billing once again.
Will the winds of Wilmore (gale force strong) blow nationwide before too long? The breezes of God’s Spirit are past due. We need a Great Awakening, where elders dream and young folks sing of what the Lord in our day may yet do.
We need a mighty move of God. And though the critics think it odd, a touch of the Divine means “Listen up!” to what the King of Kings demands as kneeling subjects lift their hands confessing ways our culture’s been corrupt.
And may our hearts be strangely warmed as faith (on fire) is reborn. Revive Your people, Holy God, we pray! Breathe life and love within our souls. Restore our hope and make us whole. O Sovereign Lord, we’re willing! Have Your way!