When Israel would turn from God, calamity would fall upon them. When Israel would return to God, His blessings and protection would also return.
In the middle of it all, a faithful remnant would always remain.
Instead of asking the question, “Where is God?” in times of pain-filled loss and devastation, a better question is to ask, “Where am I?”
God never said, “If all the politicians and educators humble themselves, pray, seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways” (though that would be a good thing) . . . what He said was “If My people, who are called by My Name, will humble themselves, pray, seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, THEN I will hear them from heaven, forgive their sins and heal their land.
It is the remnant in the middle, through prayer, that always makes the difference. The Church never should have looked to the political arena to “fix” our nation; we should have looked to our King, Jesus.
Instead we have demeaned the power of prayer and stressed the power of the vote. At the same time, we have mourned for the loss of prayer and the ten commandments in our schools more than we have created opportunities to demonstrate God’s presence and love to those generations who have grown up in a post-Christian America.
Essentially, we serve a God who is actively involved in our society, but awaits our invitation to become more actively involved—one of the caveats of giving man dominion. So instead of pointing fingers at everyone else, let us look at ourselves.
Are those in the remnant praying over the schools in their neighborhoods? Are we crying out to God for our educators and politicians? Are we approaching the throne for our emergency responders, our armed forces, and all those who are in authority over us?
More than all of these things, are we truly repentant for our own idolatries, wicked thoughts and sinful behaviors? It is from that standpoint alone that we can approach the throne of God for the healing of our nation. This is why we must ask ourselves where we are…. God didn’t leave His place, but perhaps we have left ours.
Author: Darrell Buttram