It’s pretty dreary out and I kinda like the clouds. Dreary days make me pause and think.
What is the thing we are pushing up against?
This thing that seems to make change hard…dare I say impossible?
It’s like a swing, being thrust into the air, only to come swinging back even harder. So we push again and again, with the same results. Two pushes forward and one sweeping swing back.
But we can’t seem to stop pushing, even as our arms get weary.
And maybe that is it.
Maybe the thing that we are pushing up against is our own pushing. Our own striving.
What would happen if we only stopped pushing and only prayed for laborers?
Would you join us? Pray that hearts would break for the city of Rocky Mount. Pray for hands and feet to love and serve their neighbors. Pray for eyes to see the hurting.
What about you? Is the Lord asking you to join Him in our city?