Today’s post was written by Lisa Fox. Lisa is a writer I have never met in person but for whom I have great respect and admiration. I appreciate her heart, her passion and her desire for the deeper things of God both in her personal life and in the lives of those around her. I know you will be blessed by what she has to say. You can read more of her writing at her blog, The Art of Pursuit.
It has been a prayer of mine for many years to see a revival in my lifetime like the revivals in the past. I read stories of the Great Awakenings, the Welsh Revival, the Layman’s Revival, Azusa Street, and the rest and my prayer is, “God, do that here!”
I attempted to sit and write about the ingredients of revival, but as I began to read the promises of Scripture and the stories of revivals past I found it impossible to try to clinically lay out a series of sure-fire steps to revival.
I read of the young man in the Hebrides at a prayer service called by two elderly ladies who were concerned about the lack of young people in the churches. The young man said, “It seems to me to be so much humbug to be praying as we are praying, to be waiting as we are waiting, if we ourselves are not rightly related to God.” He then lifted his hands asking, ”God, are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?” At that moment the power of God fell on that place and a revival began that completely transformed an entire community.
No wordy preacher delivered a convicting sermon that all heard, no great evangelist organized a crusade. The Spirit of God swept, with no human help, through the towns and villages in a day. Farmers plowing in their fields came under conviction of sin in an instant and fell to their knees to repent. Drunks in the pub were struck with the weight of their sin and got on their faces to cry for the mercy of God. Travelers on the road were overwhelmed with the glory of God and cried out to be saved. All this because a church stopped praying for holiness in others and began praying that they would be holy.
No, my friends, I cannot spell out any ingredient of revival beyond what God promised in the oft-quoted verse in Chronicles, “If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, forgive their sins and heal their land.”
It seems the important thing – the only important thing – is for you and I to have the same heart as that young Scotch man. “God, are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?” For when you and I are revived, we become conduits of revival. When we, the people of God, consecrate ourselves to holiness and are convicted of our sins, we open the heavens over our communities for God to convict of sin. But until you and I are revived, no amount of studying, of organizing, of waiting, or of wanting will pave the way for revival in our generation. Until we – Christ’s Church – are holy, our culture will remain unrepentant. That is the simple way of it.
The world won’t come to find life in a dead church. We gripe and complain about the state of our churches, but I find, when I look at my own heart, that it is no better than this “compromising Church” that distresses me so much. I AM the Church! Do I live in victory and authority? Do I resist temptation? Are my words life and truth? Are my actions mercy and kindness? Are my thoughts purity and holiness? Am I full to overflowing with the fiery power of the Holy Spirit? Am I ablaze with message of the Gospel? Am I a conduit of God’s salvation to the world? Have I lived another day comfortably doing everything I please and nothing I am commanded? Have I even simply stopped once today to ask, “Are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?”
I’ll say it once more: I AM the Church. Yet I am overflowing with vices and weakness and complacent hypocrisy. I am a fat, lazy Christian unwilling to give up comfort to save one soul from Hell. How could I be a Christian willing to be martyred gloriously for Christ if I can even resist a temptation for His sake? Until I, myself, learn to be that spotless Bride, that advancing Army, that royal Priesthood, that holy Nation, my generation will go unrevived. So, God, make my hands clean. Make my heart pure!
If I want revival, I must be revived. So God, bring a revival…and start it in me.
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