The images of the Syrian refugees overwhelm my sense of compassion—I’m overloaded because I see so much pain, so much need, and I know there is so little that I can do. The report of another suicide bombing, body wreckage strewn everywhere, and the insanity of it all fills the computer screen—and I’m at a loss.
What can be done?
Tears are streaming down my face and I’m struggling to see the screen clearly as I type. Tears of longing. I’m longing to be in the presence of my Savior. I’m longing for His return.
I long for a place where there is no violence, where every action is motivated by love, where all are united with one mind, one heart, one spirit, in one all-consuming passion: exalting our Redeemer.
I long for the day when all will be set free from the sin that crushes and oppresses.
I long for the day when we will not have to part from those we love, when there will be no more losses, there will be no more pain; disease and death will be banished. I long for the day when friendships will only grow sweeter, when conversation will be stimulating but not competitive, when offenses are an unknown event, when there will be no more bombings or war, and the peace of Christ will rule every heart.
No child will be neglected. No believer persecuted. No tender heart will be crushed.
All that is old and corrupting, the doubts, fears, and lies, will all be burned away. The old will give way to the new. Death will be swallowed up by life. The darkness will fade into eternal light.
The cry of my heart is, “Come! Come, Lord Jesus, deliver us! We long for You.”
[box]Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.” (Rev. 21:1–4)[/box]
I long for that day . . . but I also long to see His glory in THIS day!
I long to see a movement of God that shakes the mountains of unbelief and corruption, a movement that shuts the mouths of liars and puts the enemies of God to flight! I long to see a movement where God receives glory, whether it’s in the mundane activities of the day or in the mountaintop experiences of our lives.
Isaiah describes the prayer of my heart:
[box]Oh, that You would rend the heavens and come down,
That the mountains might quake at Your presence—
As fire kindles the brushwood, as fire causes water to boil—
To make Your name known to Your adversaries,
That the nations may tremble at Your presence!
When You did awesome things which we did not expect,
You came down, the mountains quaked at Your presence.
For from days of old they have not heard or perceived by ear,
Nor has the eye seen a God besides You,
Who acts in behalf of the one who waits for Him. (Isa. 64:1–4)[/box]
I long to see mountains of unbelief demolished! My heart cries out to see God glorified through the literal transformation that occurs when sinful people encounter a holy God! I long for His adversaries to recognize that He alone is God and for the nations to tremble at His presence.
I long for a heaven-sent revival in the Church.
I cannot solve the Syrian refugee crisis, I’m unable to prevent suicide bombings and the ravages of war, but one thing I can do. I can be faithful to point others to the One who can (and one day will) bring about the conclusion to pain and suffering. I can reach out, as God gives me opportunity, to help alleviate the suffering around me. I can provide support for those who are able to offer hands-on ministry to those who are suffering across the globe.
As we wait for God to rescue, as we ask Him to bring revival to His Church—what are you able to do?
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