And Hezekiah and all the people rejoiced because God had prepared for the people, for the thing came about suddenly. -- II Chronicles 29:36
Events and circumstances for which we are not prepared often
arise in our lives. We are always trying
to plan for emergencies, to “think ahead”.
Still, it is common for the unforeseen, indeed the unforeseeable to
catch us by surprise, to break upon us in sudden darkness or sudden blinding
light. For the most part, we recognize
that our path lies in shadows that retreat only from the illumination of
now.
It was not cataclysmic destruction or defeat or disaster
that caught Hezekiah and his people off-guard, but rather a great awakening and
a revival. The apostasy of preceding
generations had been extensive. Judah
had turned from the Living God to idols or served the Lord only nominally for
decades at a time. Hezekiah sought the
Lord and began to guide his nation back onto the path of righteousness.
Revival always begins in the hearts of individuals. We can never hope, by the power of programs
or propaganda to turn men to God. Yet,
even when it seems that God has been driven out, He has merely stepped back,
temporarily withdrawn to await the strategic moment when His grace will be
poured out, opening eyes and filling empty, thirsty souls.
When Jezebel sought to kill all of God’s prophets, the
faithful Obadiah helped hide some one hundred of them in caves and sustained
them. We may think, too, at times, that
none are left to speak for God, but the prophetic voice is merely
secreted.
Elijah later complained:
I have been very jealous for the
Lord, the God of hosts. For the people of Israel have forsaken your covenant,
thrown down your altars, and killed your prophets with the sword, and I, even I
only, am left, and they seek my life, to take it away. But Elijah was wrong. The Lord assured him that there were yet 7000
in Israel who had remained true, refusing to bow to Baal. Seven thousand is one of those “complete”
numbers. In this case, I think it means “enough”. When
we look at the insanity and unrighteousness and outright evil continually
brought before our eyes and ears, we are apt to agree with Elijah. We are alone or very few in number. But God says we are enough.
A further part of Hezekiah’s story tells us that he sent
messengers out among the Ten Tribes that had formed the nation of Israel,
separate from the Kingdom of Judah, inviting those descendants of Abraham to a
celebration of the Passover. Many from
the northern kingdom mocked, ridiculed, and scorned the message. But some humbled themselves and traveled to
Jerusalem to once again seek the God of their fathers.
And so it will in the awakening that comes to America. I do not expect that the snide and the
cynical will be very receptive. I expect
that we will be mocked as are many already who refuse to embrace the little
baals and molechs erected by the worldly and the vain.
The thing is, though, God
has prepared for His people. We
cannot know what is coming, and that coming will be sudden and likely very
surprising. God is not caught
flatfooted. He has the situation in
hand. He is preparing, right now, the
right people in the right places to carry through with His purpose, to restore
and to renew.
I have no hope in the old man or his institutions. But God has prepared for us. When the quickening comes and we see the
challenge before us, it will appear overwhelming -- like a vast mountain blocking
our path. Yet God has His consecrated
ones who are ready with strength for the day.
Then he said to me, “This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel: Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord of hosts.”
7 comments:
That whole first paragraph resonates today. Thanks, Mush.
Good deal. Life just gets crazy at times. I have to believe Somebody has it under control.
It is a good thing I wrote this post when I was feeling optimistic. Sometimes I have to wonder if saying certain things calls every available demon for an all-out attack.
I don't say that because it's any big deal or anything serious, but just so you know that you are not imagining things when the S**t Hammer, as I believe Hunter Thompson called it, falls right you.
Ha - yes, I wonder the same thing sometimes. Also certain events seem like special opportunities for such mischief. I expect that hammer to keep falling in various ways over the next few weeks, but I think my friends back in AZ have had it worse this summer. Just one thing after another, each manageable in itself, but in the aggregate it's really getting to them.
Oh yes.
The other day started when I spilled my coffee on my desk the first second I was there. I still don't know how it happened. Lots of papers of course and nothing to wipe it up in arm's reach. I rolled my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. The rest of the day was one long string of coffee spillings.
Saturday decided to clean the bricks of weeds in the walkway. My tools are never in one place. If I'm in the garage, what I need is in the basement. I need a putty knife, son of a gun it's in the garage and so am I. It's going to be an easy day. I use the old knife to scrape the weeds from the bricks. The putty knife disintegrates in my hand. I roll my eyes and look up at the sky. I always say I'm going to stop doing that. But then the demon adds another straw and I forget how good I've had it.
You are my brother.
I needed that. Thanks, Mush.
You know I feel the same way.
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