As I have heard the sobs of broken hearts I have seen the Father come quickly to heal…and I ponder…rarely do I see this in churches I visit…
When I look into the Word I see the sorrow of Nehemiah grieving over the ruins of his city and people. I see Jesus weeping over them as well. I watch as Jeremiah weeps over people who hear his words from the Lord that refuse to listen. ..interesting that we can hear..yet not listen..
Yet I see no weeping..
A glimpse at the sin in our own hearts should spring forth weeping…O as David tore his clothes over a good glimpse of himself.
Weeping..sorrow of heart. .this must be the broken and contrite spirit Christ does not despise.
I sit with women struggling as Christ is resurrecting them and I see a full altar and worship like I never see in many churches..are there none broken? None needing deliverance? Freedom? None desperate for more of Christ?
So many empty altars…yet the altar was such a significant place throughout the word..
Where is the burden for God’s people as Nehemiah cried… ? We have become a society consumed with ourselves….yet Christ calls us to die to ourselves..
I have seen the most beautiful glimpse of our Master as He touched specific brokenness in the hearts of His daughters…and it causes me to weep …tears of joy at His love for them..and for me.
Heaven forbid we remain a church without tears and never hear the wailing of deliverance as Christ comes for His own.
For it is the most beautiful, yet, heart wrenching sound I have ever heard…
Maybe we each need a visit with Jesus to Jacob’s Well..and understand what it means to draw the water …
