On this vacation I’ve been near a few people who keep looking for a “great move of God” to touch people in the last days. They pray for it, yearn for it, and it has been a weird experience for me. I remember being in that same place when I was living church more institutionally. Knowing it was falling far short, we kept hoping for a revival that would come out of nowhere and refresh our beleaguered lives and systems.
But in the past fifteen years I haven’t thought about it once on my own and don’t pray for it. I see renewal happening all around me and I’m so excited by what God is doing in the world, rather than hoping he’ll come some day and do it in the future. Isn’t the hope of revival the admission that what we’re doing isn’t working and we seek a greater reality?
And doesn’t it say that God isn’t doing anything, but awaiting some artificial day to pour out himself on others? Wouldn’t our God be ALREADY doing that every day to invite people into a reality that is beyond them, and we keep hoping he will renew our systems.
It reminds me of the old Helen Reddy tune of the 70’s:
Delta Dawn what’s that flower you have on,
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was meeting you hear today
To take you to his mansion in the sky?
The song paints some pathetic person waiting for a hoped for lover, that isn’t coming. That’s how I felt in the days I prayed for revival in my early days. What’s sad is that some of my friends from 40+ years ago are still waiting. Sad.