“As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive.
We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive.
Up out of the ashes, let us see an army rise. We call out to dry bones come alive.”
Just like a natural mother loves her children, the church feels the same way about her people.
I grew up in a small church, so I never knew many people my age that went to church.
I remember the first time I met up with a sister churches youth group when I was 17 years old. I couldn’t believe there were all these kids my age, who went to church.
It’s been a couple years since then. Some of those kids who are now young adults, I no longer see. There were so many.
This is where my heart breaks, as I feel the pain of a mother who misses her child. The one she carried for 9 months and gave birth to. The one she loved with all her heart. The one she took care of when they were sick and picked up when they fell and scraped their knee.
This pain isn’t easy to carry but it’s part of the job. I’m not speaking of just those who were younger than me, but those who are older as well.
Those who stood so strong, who shouted and prayed for their people. Those who testified and sang of God’s goodness and those who thanked God for saving their souls.
I’m not sure where they are or what they are doing but my heart is broken. I can’t do this alone, sometimes I am weak and need your help.
Sometimes the burdens are just to heavy to carry. Those are the times I need you to help lift me up.
Yes, when you thought no one cared if you decided to stop coming. “No one would miss you”, satan said. I did, and still do.
I needed to hear you shout, to testify, to sing, to just shake my hand or hug my neck. I needed you, and I still do.
The road is long and winding, but that’s why God gave us one another.
No one can do your job. No one can reach your people. No one can tell your story. No one can shine your light. No one can take your place.
God put you here for a reason. Our people are lost and going to hell. So blinded by fleshly desires you are no longer concerned enough to help, but you don’t have to stay in that place.
Just like a natural mother, the church is on her knees praying for you and asking God to help you make it back safely.
It’s time to pick up and put on the full armour of God.
It’s time to come back home.
Ephesians 6:10-18 (KJV)
10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: