I’ve become somewhat down about the spiritual life of our church. Often times, I feel like the smell of death is more prominent than the fragrance of Christ. Yet I also doubt my suspicion because I am wary about mistaking my own spiritual state for the church’s.
Nonetheless, I can feel it in my bones–we need revival.
I was talking to my friend the other day about what revival means. In my mind, I see people lifting up their hands in worship. When I think about it, I can imagine people sharing Jesus in a joyful way with everyone around them. But in many ways, revival is something that I can feel but not see, at least prophetically.
But I realize, that ultimately, regardless of what revival will look like, what we all must come to is the place where we live faithful to our God.
I have been a Christian now for 12 years. I think I am only beginning to understand what this means. It is strange how the simplest things are actually mysteries that unfold in beautiful ways. I have been experimenting and searching in all different directions: true spirituality is knowing God, wait–no, it is about being true to yourself, nah, it’s all about knowing the Bible, uh uh, it’s about engaging the world. But I can’t escape the very simple notion of faithfulness.
I can feel it, God is working in me. Do you ever get that feeling that despite all the crap that is happening your life, both because of your fault and no, that God is up to his usual ways? Anyways, I pray that I can be faithful to him–he has always been faithful to me.