I read Luke 18.1-8 this morning. As I am in the midst of a hectic schedule and have varying concerns on my heart and mind, Jesus sometimes becomes the last one I go to.
This morning, as Luke was recounting a parable of Jesus', these words in 18.8 flew out at me:
"...when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?"
I don't just want faith to be found at "the end" when Jesus comes. I desire for faith to be alive in me each day while Jesus lives within me. It is there, that pesky faith, for sure, I just need to remember it and live it sometimes.
I am with you there. I was reading todays entry from my desktop perpetual calender on Prayer.
To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But to pray really, to pray till hell feels the ponderous stroke, to pray till the iron gates of difficulty are opened, till the mountains of obstacles are removed, till the mists are exhaled and the clouds are lifted, and the sunshine of a cloudless day brightens - this is hard work, but it is God's work and man's best labor. -E.M. Bounds
I sat there thinking, chills running wild all over me, that is it! We must strive to pray in such a way that mountians move! That hell knows we are fighting the good fight. But, then that little voice inside me says...that could never happen.
But oh yes it can. It is hard to imagine moving mountains and lifting clouds, but I know that though our God we can...and will.
Posted by: Greg | July 28, 2005 at 11:59 AM