Monday, August 16, 2004

Give Me Your Sick and Tired

Long before Fannie Lou Hamer announced she was "Sick and tired of being sick and tired." Long before another renowned authoress sat and penned, "Give me your tired your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me. . . ." And certainly long before those same words found their place at the feet of the Statute of Liberty in New York's harbor and thereafter became a song, God invited ". . . all who are burdened and heavy laden come unto me and I will give (My own) rest." Who couldn't use that rest in these trying end times? We know they are end times, because the Bible has foretold it. And we are witnessing the Day of the Lord draw closer for His final sayso.

Lord, How can it be so many years have come and gone and, with them, so many of our beloved who lived for you have left us to be with you? The world knows your message of redemption. The church folk, as in the days of Moses and, later, Saul, have decided they want to have their own "King." They want to have a Burger King faith. They want "to have it their way." People know the Bible from Genesis to Revelation and between and beyond. They know the songs of Zion. They know one another. They know the route to the church house. It just seems to me that, by now, they ought to know YOU. Time is winding down.

How disconserting it is to watch as singers and athletes and musicians and people of all walks of life who have come to know you still try to live their same old way of life and just say it is being done in Jesus' name? May those who know you, Lord, come to know they do not have to rap, be bop, do wop, tango, rock and roll, or entertain to force people to come into your presence (read: church). They do not have to have all nighters, sleep overs, games, and the like to keep little children "interested" in Sunday School or Bible Studies or Services. Dear Lord, Your plan is already in the earth and it has remained unchanged for untold centuries. Time is winding down. Let any who believes they have all knowledge beware. We -- all of us -- are in a constant state of becoming all that you have already set before us to become.