“It’s Been A Long Night…”

As my daughter and I met yesterday morning to pray in connection with our National Day of Prayer, a great burden came over me to pray, “Oh God, it’s been a long night.”  (I was thinking of His Word in Psalms 30:5,  “Weeping endures for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”)  I began to weep uncontrollably as in my mind I could see a dark cloud stretching over America all the way back to the early 1900’s.  As I wept, I sobbed out over and over the words,  “It’s been a long night, O Lord!”  Over and over this came pouring out.  It was as if I was weeping out a great burden I had carried for years concerning the disintegration of our nation.

But after a while, ever so slightly, I felt deep in my spirit the words,  “…but joy comes in the morning.”  And certainly Jesus will come to this earth and straighten out all the mess we, as mankind, have made of this world:  But the slight comfort I was feeling seemed to me an indication that He yet will work a work in America that turns us back to our Biblical foundations; at least to some degree; or maybe a certain segment of our population.  I just know I had a little comfort from Him concerning our land.

May you who are seeking Him for revival with your whole heart, likewise be comforted with these words.

Don   Is. 58:12

That Which Makes Jesus Different

Jesus is totally unique among all the leaders of world religions.  Not one of them came back from the dead!  The following tells the story of the evidence of His uniqueness (this is taken from the book: Why God Birthed America):


Chapter 5   —   Alive!

One of their group, Mary Magdalene, was just as uncertain as the rest.  However, the love in her grateful heart would not be denied:  Not by questionings or by fears.  Jesus had set her free from a wretched life of bondage to sexual sin and the torture of evil spirits.[I]  He had changed her!  She had never been the same since that day she met Him, and her gratitude of duty now compelled her to go to the tomb and do the anointing with spices to His body, which time had not allowed the day He died.

Though it was still mostly dark, she gathered her spices and started to make her way to the tomb.  Some of the other women fell into step with her, but Mary was oblivious to their presence.  She only vaguely heard the question about how would they ever be able to roll away the stone from the tomb entrance.  That stone over the entrance weighed several tons.  It was designed to keep out intruders.  And then there was the Roman guard.  Would they still be there?   Continue reading