2 Chronicles 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
There is one thing that we can do, one ally we have which is more powerful than all others. In Christ, we hold the ability to go before our Heavenly Father, to seek Him, to find His comfort, His forgiveness, His healing and His comfort. In life’s struggles, in the battles that rage around us, He remains as close as we allow Him to be. While it seems that the nation has forgotten Him, many of us have not. We need to turn collectively to Him, to seek His hand in this hour.
Mike Huckabee recently stated, “We don’t have a crime problem, a gun problem or even a violence problem. What we have is a sin problem. And since we’ve ordered God out of our schools, and communities, the military and public conversations, you know we really shouldn’t act so surprised… when all hell breaks loose.”
First off, he is right. Secondly, the ugly response to his comment is telling of a people who have forsaken their first love, a people who need revival, who need God in our lives and our communities.
John Adams said, “We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion (Biblical Christianity). Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry, would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious (Christian) people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.”
Government today seeks power to contend with human passions that are not constrained by Christian morality. The solution to our crisis, individually and collectively, is to repent and turn toward God. There is not a single problem we face today that does not find its solution in Him.
We need God!
I’m asking all of you to start a fire, to mark Sunday, August 19th as a day that we will join collectively in prayer for revival and healing in these United States. Blog about it, promote it, spread the idea, and start a fire! Do not surrender to the tides of darkness, but let us turn to Him, our Father, our Creator, and seek His strength to turn the tides that pull us deeper into the abyss. We will not give up, we will not go down without a fight, and in our fight let us cling to our Lord, our Father, our God! As we join together in prayer, we will be heard, for we are His children. Will we surrender so much for so little, or seek salvation, renewal and healing from our heavenly Father?
Our love for one another, and for our nation demand it. If our children were injured, we would pray. This is their future. This is our home. I will be praying on that day. Join me in agreement. PRAY! Let’s join together, and know that as we seek Him, He IS there!
August 19th, 2012! Prayer for Revival and Healing!
Ideals are concepts of perfection. They are not obtainable. We are a flawed people, an imperfect people, and as such ideals are unobtainable. They are not something that we should beat ourselves or others with, but they remain something we should cling to, for in our ideals, we become better people than we would otherwise be. Hold fast to what is good, even as it seems that those around you are surrendering those same concepts. They are the pillars of faith, of family, of civilization, and of our Republic. Aim for the moon, and even if you miss, you’ll end up in the stars!
A COWBOYS PRAYER
Oh Lord, I’ve never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it good.
I know that others find You in the light
That’s sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel You near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have made my freedom so complete;
That I’m no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I’ve begun
And give me work that’s open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun,
And I won’t ask a life that’s soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that’s down;
Let me be square and generous with all.
I’m careless sometimes, Lord, when I’m in town,
But never let ’em say I’m mean or small!
Make me as big and open as the plains,
As honest as the hawse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze!
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret;
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that’s done and said
And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside,
And guide me on the long, dim, trail ahead
That stretches upward toward the Great Divide.