Was reading some statistics about the state of the church in America and how Christianity is losing numbers by the thousands. This little thing came to my mind. Not sure if it's a poem or whatever but wanted to share. Tell me what you think.
We have an obligation today, the church has a responsibility that has been neglected for many years now.
We have watched the walls crumble, the door posts rot, fire has ravaged the temple, and we have watched.
You might ask me why am I so gloomy and harsh, I tell you that I am tired of watching the city burn
My heart aches for the dying and the broken, while my church, my body watches says the LORD.
We argue and we fight over who is right and yet we have all missed it, we are all wrong.
So it is time for the church to repent, it is time to put on sack clothe and ashes and mourn for the dead.
The dead we could have offered life.
Yet we are too busy fighting, too busy determining who is the most important.
Too busy building monuments to ourselves, attempting to impress the umimpressable.
So our Master calls out, “who will rebuild my walls? Who will repair the doorposts? Who will reestablish my temple?
Just as Nehemiah was commissioned and called to rebuild Jerusalem’s walls we are called to rebuild the church in America.
I say America because in other parts of the world there is revival, there is outpouring, there is renewal, and there is life,
It is not too late, the job is daunting and dangerous. We will be rejected by even those who call themselves the church.
The ones who play the fiddle while the city is burning.
Yet there is a work to be done, there is a job to do. Will you answer the call?
Do you hear the LORD commissioning you? To speak peace to those in constant conflict, to speak hope to the desperate, to speak love to the hated, to speak blessing to the poor, and to speak life to the walking dead?
He is calling, now what will you do?
