It’s been a busy week, with many emotional ups and downs. Never take my even-keel temperament as though the adversary does not do his best to turn me into an emotional wreck. He fights me, every…single…day. Sometimes, I am not ok. Sometimes on Fridays, I am longing for the Holy Spirit to preach to me as He is speaking to you. Today is no different. To be an intercessor is a blessing and a burden all at the same time. The reason why is because the more you pray on behalf of the nation, the church or…whatever, the more you see what is coming. And, what is coming isn’t pretty. I can handle that, though. I’m sure you can also handle that. We’ve all faced issues in life that hurt, badly. None of us are unfamiliar with the tough things life throws at us. What alarms me the most is the lack of desperation.
When I see what is happening in our world, my heart grieves to the core. It’s funny…I used to go to Facebook to laugh, catch up with old friends, and have (often humorous) chats about common interests. Now, social media puts me in a bad mood, but I can’t look away. It’s like driving past a car accident. You won’t like what you are going to see, but you still look! Still, what I see breaks my heart. On Sunday, I saw churches on social media livestreams, and none of them were addressing the idea that the world was burning! No mention of ANTIFA/BLM, no mention of impending political upheavals, and no mention of race riots (some churches were in greatly affected cities). None mention human trafficking or abortion (late term or otherwise). They all focused on how we can make our lives better. But, what does it mean to have a better life if the world around us perishes?
Woe to them that are at ease in Zion…(Amos 6:1).
This is why we gather to pray. We are watchmen on the wall who will not hold their peace, day or night. Remember, we were praying about human trafficking before it became a hashtag (#SaveOurChildren). Since then, scores of offenders have been arrested, and hundreds of victims have been arrested in several cities around the country. Your prayers are working, but we have to continue strong. This war is nowhere near ending. I have been praying for each of you, and will continue to do so. I have not asked much of anyone of you since we began this fellowship. However, I am asking this: PRAY. Come to prayer. Make it a priority. The times demand it, and we cannot be relaxed on the matter. Let’s be different. There’s too much at stake.
I love you all.