So I came to
Jerusalem and was there three days. And I arose in the night, I and a few men
with me. I did not tell anyone what my God was putting into my mind to do for
Jerusalem and there was no animal with me except the animal on which I was
riding. So I went out at night by the Valley Gate in the direction of the
Dragon’s Well and on to the
Refuse Gate, inspecting the walls of Jerusalem which were broken down and its
gates which were consumed by fire. Then
I passed on to the Fountain Gate and the King’s Pool, but there was no place
for my mount to pass. So I went up at
night by the ravine and inspected the wall. Then I entered the Valley Gate
again and returned. The officials did
not know where I had gone or what I had done; nor had I as yet told the Jews,
the priests, the nobles, the officials or the rest who did the work. (Nehemiah 2:11-15)
As I look around, I have the sinking
feeling that the condition of the United States is described in these verses. The
walls have fallen down. The people who love the land mourn. The people who hate
the land rejoice. Most either don't realize what is happening, or they are
numb. What can they do?
Like Nehemiah, perhaps it is time
for us to quietly inspect what remains. What needs to be done to repair that
which will protect the people? What is it that will separate us from those who
wish to do us harm? I believe the answer is the Church, not all the buildings
where Christians congregate, but the people themselves. (I Peter 2:4-8)
What do you know about the condition
of the part of the wall that is your local congregation. I attend a reasonably
large church. There are lots of ministries that I don't know anything about. I
just know that the ministries are more numerous than most of us realize. I
can't tell you what most of the people in my church do outside of church. For
the most part, I don't have a clue which of them has been knocked out of place,
hammered and burned until they cracked. Most of the time, they probably have no
clue that I feel that way. I don't know what encourages or discourages them.
I
know there have been classes offered in which people take inventories to discover
their gifts. After that, it seems to be up to us to volunteer. We aren't
connected. At least, I'm not connected very securely. Perhaps now is the time
for us to start applying the mortar of love between ourselves and the next
person. I suspect we don't have long.
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