Can you feel that?! Something just moved. Maybe it was the ground. Maybe it was the electro shock the heart of the church needs, but, regardless…something is coming back to life. A hand that better remembers its old strength by grasping its sword. A cryogenically frozen brain that just woke up from a frosty, mostly flatlined stasis. One minute coma…the next minute, eyes awake, former things become ostensible…life enters again what was barely called life anymore.

Revival IS happening, oh downtrodden and dusty church.

Arise, you sweet and you sleepy and let the Lord of the Horizon shine brilliant, waking light into you. You are hereby resurrected, reinstated…reanimated. He. Is. On. The. Move. And He is more wonderful, more intentionally than we have ever imagined. We must cast off the tyrannical “what-ifs” to all of this. We must choke down the proper pill prepared for us and jettison into the real.

Oh, and it is possible! Revival…the Awakening many of us have given up on and fewer have longed for with tears…is UPON us. There is still atrophy and old wiring to be updated, but this Body, she is whirling and twirling aright with the gears of reform. The thing is alive! Like a praying and petitioning Frankenstein of faith, we have risen off the table of saintly surgery.

Bravo, gorgeous corpse, you are really doing it this time! Don’t give up! Do not fret! You have started the laborious exercise of exercise. You are NOT dead! You are NOT useless! Now don that metal, suit up and ride. Motorcycle monarchs and priestly, promethean firestarters. Ride! Come on! Lets ride this sucker all the way Home!

Come comatose, come mutant, come wanton criminal.
Come militant, come illegitimate, come non-combatant.
Your fear is swallowed up. Your ransom payed.
With no earthly reason left to lie in shame.
We’ve bounced off the bottom of life, supposedly dead,
With nothing left to do but rise through refuse and ash.
This is our time up here. This is our chance at a movement.
We are set; we are in motion; what could stop us now?!

We are legend because HE IS LEGEND.

(Our church…via the reflection of a motorbike)


About Joshua M. Brindle

Child. Father. Husband. Herald. Writer. Messenger. Psalmist. Poet-Prophet. Biker. Beard-wearer. Teacher. Pastor? Follower. Disciple. Disciple-er. Bearer of the Torche. Keeper of the Flame. Waver of the Banner. Running the race. Fighting the fight. Revolutionary...hopefully.
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