Well, it looks like people who don’t know how to do it right…because they are newborn! That’s right, they are NEW. Whether restructured, remade, reenergized believers or brand new adherents to the Gospel, it appears NEW is the new new.
There will be difficulty. Birth is preceded by birth pains.
And it is always more uncomfortable for the “old guard.” Just as “Judgement begins in the House of God,” I see that Awakening, as well, has its inception in God’s holy ones. An obvious example of this I see is the thread of the “remnant” in the Old Testament. I see that there is definitely a “faithful remnant” hanging on in a time of the low spiritual tide, those who are seeking Him with tears and petitions and are praying abundantly for a fresh move of God’s Holy Spirit. Furthermore, I have witnessed the Spirit rousing a few brilliant saints to life, as much of the Church is in a deep sleep.
Is this happening now? Could it be true? How close are those waves?
New things are rarely flawless and perfect, especially when dealing with messed up people coming to salvation. Sinners bring baggage to the church doors. Not only do hey bring brass knuckles, and bags of pot, and fifths of vodka, and even a guy or girl on their arm they have no business with, but they also bring cracked and beat-up hearts, heavy burdens, pain, and the overall wear and tear of the world.
Even more revealing, new things are—again—very hard for folks used to the old things. Old wineskins don’t hold new wine very well. It’s like they NEED to burst and be made anew. Boy, is this close to the mark! Our prayers seem to come back to our stretching and bursting time and time again. People, THIS IS PRECISELY WHY REVIVAL IS HARD!
We don’t want to change. We like things the way they have always been. We are traditionalized. We are sanctimonious. The pews have always been here. That hymn was always been sung that way. The pastor gives the same sermon every Christmas and…yawn…sigh…snooze…Easter. Oh no. Long glances and loss of time have come. Then it turns into dead orthodoxy. Go to church, robot. Read your favorite Bible verses over and over…robot. Blink, blink. Cease to think. Motions. Motions. Going through motions to pay homage to a terrible, propped-up image, praising the American Jesus (only when it’s convenient), stand up—sit down, overly religious—MOTIONS. Yeah, I hate all your show. Your rehearsed spiritual garbage-talking. Your filthy, mimed worship. Your lack of doing and your lopsided “knowing.”
Oh Bursting Lord, burst us now. Rip the skins of our mechanizations. Dismantle us, oh El Shaddai. Shake our tree. Rouse us to action. Gift us with unction. Breath on these graveyard bones and bring an army forth from the driest of valleys. There is a war. There is a hell growing large. It is time.
It is time.
Are we focused on Christ, on the Holy Spirit enough, to allow things to get banged up and uncomfortable for US…so that the “newborns” can have life abundant—brand newness?! That’s right, brand-spankin-newness! Will we allow ourselves to be thrown us the altar with the hopes and prayers for those much less fortunate spiritually…so that THEY MIGHT LIVE! Oh Good, Good God…bring it. Bring the new. Bring the Wine. Bring the wineskin…..
YOUR BRIDE IS READY TO FEAST AT YOUR TABLE AGAIN!