Plainly, I want Revival. Obviously, it is frustrating when it doesn’t come. Plainly, I then seek the Lord. Was I asking amiss? Was I misfiring on the definition? Did I concoct all this myself? Plainly, I must be a dreamer…a conjurer of perfect worlds that may never be projected through my eyes into the Real. Is that true? Maybe yes, maybe no.
Plainly, God wants Revival. He calls us constantly up; He calls us constantly forward. His fields are white—boldly white—plain and simple. Plainly, He wants us to desire a greater filling, a greater awakening. But, plainly as well, it is sometimes far more practical than magical. Historically, it takes blood, sweat, and prayer…to have, basically, NOTHING to do with Revival.
Plainly, rootly, God doesn’t want to bring Revival to people who will squander it and belabor it with titles and pomp. Plainly, obviously, this is the rub. This is hard to do. How do I, we, want something with all our bone and fiber and being that we can’t hang on to? Maybe, quite plainly, it is because we must want the God of Revival more than we want the rush of Revival itself.
Plainly, I do not understand this. If I did, would I write about it so much? Would I seek it so much in prayer? Would I become tore up over the apparent lack of Christians wanting more of their God? I just don’t know the answer to that one.
Back up. Plainly, I do not want to miss something. As I vomited these words into existence, I stumbled on a very good point…maybe even a great point, an inspired point: “We must want the God of Revival more than we want the rush of Revival itself.”
Oh God, help me believe. I feel like a child to this wisdom. I can’t even begin to want this enough, in the right amounts, with the right heart. I can’t do it—plainly—I cannot.
So…plainly…I need You to Revive me, Your way.