I am thirsty. Not for anything this world can supply to quench that thirst. It is not a thirst for water, iced tea, Gatorade, milk or lemonade. My thirst is not of this earth. It is spiritual in nature. It is unquenchable by anything this world can provide. It is a thirst for God and His mighty move among us all. It aches in my soul. I feel it like a pain in my gut at times when I pray. It is on my mind continually. At times it keeps me up at night. I'm often distracted and preoccupied in my mind. I want more of God and His work among us.
I read the wonderful stories of God in the Bible intervening in the lives of people who cried out for His help. Marvelous miracles followed. Miracles that blow the mind just to imagine. He moved millions of gallons of water into walls to deliver Israel. Exodus 14. He provided miracle bread in the form of mana in the wilderness. Exodus 16. He sent fire on Mount Carmel. I Kings 18 and then ended a three and a half year drought in the same chapter when Elijah prayed. He sent Jesus in the Gospels after 400 years of silence. The last verses in the book of John in the last chapter inform us that all the books in the world could not contain the records of the miracles Jesus performed. We only have a few recorded.
I thirst to seek more of God and Jesus. I yearn to be drawn closer than an intellectual knowledge. I long for first hand encounters. I thirst for the church to experience God anew. Like He did through the book of Acts. Like He moved in the First and Second Great Awakenings. Similar to what He did in the New Hebrides revival and the great Wales revival of 1904. Like He did on the campus on Asbury College in 1970 and in 2023. Like He is doing right now at Southeastern Pacific University.
I thirst for more than dry religion. I thirst for more than religious routines. I yearn for more than programs. I thirst for God and His power. I thirst for Him to be known and glorified in communities again. I thirst for repentance among God's people and salvation among the masses. I thirst for transformation of individuals and whole communities.
The unquenchable thirst drives me to the prayer closet. It is pure travail trying to give birth to the miraculous move of God in our day. I pray in secret but long for God to reward openly for all to see. I long for His churches to be filled to overflowing with His Spirit and His worshipers. I long for baptistry waters to be continually stirred as the people of God celebrate new converts. It is a thirst no person can ever quench. Only God. May it be so Lord. May it be so.