God put this song in my heart as I was praying for Malaysia yesterday. It just played on and on till I felt like God didn’t want me to waste any more words in prayer but just quiet down before Him and sing those words with faith and expectation.
Even when we were supposed to be praying for Singapore, my sis was saying, “Let’s just pray for Malaysia, we’re always praying the same things for Singapore”, but we did pray for Singapore and when we finally got to pray for Malaysia, we broke down as we poured out our hearts to God.
I don’t know how to put this but I don’t feel any anger or bitterness towards the people behind the attacks because those churches were just BUILDINGS. The real body of Christ CANNOT be confined to a building. Instead all I felt was compassion was them. I felt afraid for them for committing such a ridiculous act, I was afraid of the judgment that would fall upon their lives, I felt like I should somehow intercede for their souls the way Abraham interceded for Sodom, to pray that God would reveal Himself to them, to pray that their eyes would be opened to see that loving and fearing and respecting God is not just about calling Him by the right name, but in KNOWING Him as a person. When we know God as a person and have a real intimate relationship with Him, we know that even the absurdest man-made law cannot prevent God from moving when He wants to, and that even all the most beautiful names of God cannot quite convey His beauty and majesty. All we have would be a simultaneously quiet and fierce awe of Him in our hearts that can only be expressed with silence.
Anyway, as I was reflecting on all that has taken place, I felt like I could identify with Jesus’s words on the cross for the first time. And it was when I first repeated these words in my heart to God, “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they’re doing” that God started pouring out His heart for these people unto mine.
For a while I’ve been afraid to step into the things that God has prepared for me, but I now know that if I don’t, there will be no rest in my heart, because God will not rest until His people return to Him.
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Lord pour out your spirit
On all the peoples of the the earth
Let your sons daughters
Speak your word of prophecy
Send us dreams and visions
Reveal the secrets of your heart
Lord our faith is rising
Let all heaven sound the coming of your day
CHORUS:
Theres gonna be a great awakening
Theres gonna be a great revival in our land
Theres gonna be a great awakening
And every one who calls on Jesus
They will be saved
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And this is a brilliant paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13 that Daniel wrote! More than being brilliant and filled with truth though, it is also full of heart – a heart that sincerely desires what God desires.
Our Final Priority (Paraphrase)
10 01 2010
If I have the language ever so perfectly and speak like a pundit, and have not the love that grips the heart, I am nothing. If I have decorations and diplomas and am proficient in up-to-date methods and have not the touch of understanding love, I am nothing. If I am able to worst my opponents in argument so as to make fools of them, and have not the wooing note, I am nothing.
If I have all faith and great ideals and magnificent plans and wonderful visions, and have not the love that sweats and bleeds and weeps and prays and pleads, I am nothing. [I LOVE THIS SENTENCE!] If I surrender all prospects, and leaving home and friends and comforts, give myself to the showy sacrifice of a missionary career, and turn sour and selfish amid the daily annoyances and personal slights of a missionary life, and though I give my body to be consumed in the heat and sweat and mildew of India, and have not the love that yields its rights, its coveted leisure, its pet plans, I am nothing, nothing. Virtue has ceased to go out of me.
If I can heal all manner of sickness and disease, but wound hearts and hurt feelings for want of love that is kind, I am nothing. If I write books and publish articles that set the world agape and fail to transcribe the word of the cross in the language of love, I am nothing. Worse, I may be competent, busy, fussy, punctilious, and well-equipped, but like the church at Laodicea—nauseating to Christ.