MANY WATERS

Yet it is not seen. A tired world needs the washing that will uncover its primal urge once again: to make peace with God. The dust and blood of exploded buildings has stirred the West in their soul sleep. Is it towards awakening? What holds the rain yet in the sky? A heavy reservoir rippling in readiness. Are we waiting on God or is He waiting on us? Are we moving on our advantage? Are the labourers still too few? Scattered events, like rays of light, remind us there is a source of power to our acts: wild leaps of faith into the unknown; renewal of hearts gone cold; challenges to past defeats; sober declarations of opposition to the enemy. We know. Now we need to step up and open the sluices.