Let us Return...

Oh, my soul aches for a better land. For a better life...

We are weak... A crippled army. A sleeping nation. An apostate generation. 

We are wounded... And we are so busy tending our own wounds, we can’t even think of healing the wounds of others. 

We are weary... So weary that as soon as we are finished fighting our own battle, (if indeed we fight) we sink down to the ground with thoughts only of ourselves and our great struggle... But what of the little sister struggling within arms reach, weak, and ready to die? Shall we stay there in a heap catching our breath and lend no hand while she goes down to ruin? 

We have a problem. 

A serious problem. 

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But God has the solution...

Isaiah 30 says we die because we do not return. 

I happen to think this return is a graphic one. I mean, it’s more than just a spiritual turning after a season of wandering... 

It’s a constant turning, and returning to a position of humility before God. A place of repentance. A place of intercession... The place on your knees. 

Read it that way. Because you and I don’t return to our knees, we die, and the world dies around us.

Lord, forgive us...

I detest the distractions that keep our eyes on ourselves...

It’s time to change our battle plan.

Rise up, oh men of God!

Let us return...