If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. (2 Chronicles 7:14)
I have prayed over this verse a lot in my life. Would America ever humble herself? We were so proud, so focused on our lives. Mostly so darn happy that many people didn’t know what to try and be humble about. I mean God was blessing our socks off and it was evident, right?
We could be competitive about how blessed we were. Example? The blessing of the new pickup trucks. On my block I inadvertently started this by buying a new GMC. Then my neighbors bought right into this. First a new one-ton Ford across the street, then a new sport truck next door, until every house on our street had a new pick-up truck. At the time I thought it was so cool to watch. And every one of us had a real reason for getting our “new babies”.
To shorten the story, my body got to the point that I could not get into my truck. And for the first time since I was 15, I do not have a pickup truck. Did God humble me because I refused to humble myself? Perhaps, but I get to see my truck a lot, because it went to a new home in one of our church families. He is as proud of his truck as I was.
Well, God wouldn’t do that to everyone. Would He?
America was humbled by a silent virus that is still moving among us and will be for quite a long time. We huddled inside our homes like the Children of Israel as the plagues passed by. We didn’t place the blood of a lamb on the lintels of our homes. We wore masks, washed our hands while singing Happy Birthday, and tried to stay 6 feet away from everyone who did not live in our home. And like the children of Israel we are getting to the place where everyone knows someone who has been touched by the plague.
No movies. No restaurants. No bars. No school. In reality, it’s a much simpler and humbler life. Folks rediscovered the things of the past. Suddenly, more folks were baking bread that ever before. Flour became difficult to find. Folks dug out the unfinished quilting projects, and it seems like everyone was doing something productive. In fact, I predict that everyone will get something baked and something homemade for Christmas this year. Humble gifts. Humbly appreciated.
God is doing something. Now, it is time for us to do our part. Praying and calling on His Name.
Healing doesn’t mean that the virus is going to go away, it means that God is going to make us well. Well by His definition, even if that means no new pickup trucks, or no movies, or no eating out 3 times a week. Well in our relationship with Him, and with each other. New values, new gratitude, and finally a new hope that has nothing to do with what we have or what we do, but everything to do with who we are.
I look forward to seeing the fingerprints of God all over America. Even if it means fighting Satan in the streets.
God bless you.