Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains would tremble before you, Lord! We’ve been told you will come back in the same way we saw you go. Could it be today?
We have lounged in our security and been blind to all else. For all our knowledge, we are lost; we are thrown into disaster and disarray. Lord, establish justice over this nation that has forgotten you so thoroughly. Raze the monuments and memorials that we’ve placed above you; set fire to storehouses that have long supplied indulgence.
We cry out for your servant, on whom your Spirit rests and in whom we find our hope, to bring forth justice. He will not shout, or raise his voice in the streets; he will not break a bruised reed or snuff out a smoldering wick. He will not falter – and yet, he delays.
Why do you delay? When will we see the end?
But that is not for me to know. What is available is better than that knowledge.
Your breath has carried to us the fire of your Spirit – fire to destroy not cities, but a different kind of stronghold. This breath is a mighty wind, catching the sails of our hearts so we might carry your gospel to the ends of the earth. Through us, Lord, let your Spirit break through brick walls and hearts of stone, speak over the screaming crowds, champion justice, deliver peace. May your Word open blind eyes and unstop deaf ears to receive the good news. Bow our hearts in repentance; save us from this corrupt generation.
Abba, Father, we groan with all creation as in the pains of childbirth. Even with the firstfruits of your Spirit, we can only hope for the harvest to come. When our pain defies articulation, we rely on your intercession. Will you raise a new crop on this holiday?
Come down to make your name known to your enemies and cause the nations to quake before you!
Passages in the order they appear: Isaiah 64:1; Acts 1:11; Isaiah 47:8-11; Isa. 42:1-4; Acts 1:7-8; Acts 2; Romans 8; Isaiah 64:1