Lord why does it hurt so to watch your perfect plan unfold?  I can barely stand watching the devout churches being emptied while those that offer entertainment, child care and robust services are filled with the worldly.  Watching women carry the burden of reaching out because Christian men have abandoned their role within the Body.  Father, am I to remain silent or shall the pain in my heart be shared with those who would listen?  Should I even care, just as with the wicked, should I mourn their decision to ignore your call?  Father my heart breaks and you alone are the salve to heal my wounds.  Be with me, provide me the understanding, wipe away these tears, for I cry for this world Lord.  It really hurts to watch this decay, this unraveling of creation, especially with the knowledge that there is a time limit to your patience.

This morning I saw another church with a woman pastor, weak, departed from doctrine, dwindling, teetering, soon to topple.  I am without excuse, yet in my audacity may I ask your forgiveness?  How may I be forgiven for standing by and doing nothing to delay or resolve these difficulties, to stand in the gap.  Oh, but prayer my Father, it is you who can and has overcome this world.  Father I ask that you step in and stop this deformation, heal us, scream at us so that we awaken.  Don’t let us slumber throughout the single most important time of our faith.  I left their door in pain, disappointment and exasperation taking my cries to you Father.  I thank you for directing to someone who needed my help.  Thank you for letting me watch over him and get him through that dangerous time.  I praise your name for sending me when everyone else had departed.  I am grateful for the demonstration of your love and desire to use me for your good work.  I continue to be humbled.

Righteousness stings.  Salt permeates and preserves the wounded flesh.  This world continues to soften, sadden and age my heart.  They will not listen to your small, quiet voice beckoning them away from the abyss.  Shall I shout at them as if would have greater affect?  Shall I smack the rock with my staff expressing my anguish in their humanity?  No, Lord.  I am to wait upon you and pray in my spirit continuously.  Knowing, believing, hoping and faithfully waiting for the time when you will intervene, setting all things right.  Until then Lord I will love them and speak your truth, for just as your word never returns void, it also cleanses, burns and compels.  I hope that something I say brings them to the cross for that wondrous meeting with Your Grace and Salvation.  I pray they meet you and I get to stand back and watch the introduction.  In Jesus’ Precious name I pray.