The greatest tragedy of our age is not the darkness of the world, but the slumber of the Church. The world is dying in sin, yet the saints are asleep in comfort. We have light, but no fire. We have form, but little life. The early Church turned the world upside down; we cannot turn our own hearts right side up.
The saints of old wept between the porch and the altar. We today debate between our schedules and our pleasures. The men who shook nations bent low in secret prayer — we are too busy scrolling and talking. Yet God still cries: “Awake, thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light!” (Eph. 5:14)
O that we would awaken! The night is far spent; the day of the Lord is at hand. The Judge stands at the door. Soon the trumpet will sound, and many who sit in pews will be found outside the gate.
Holiness is no longer optional; it is survival. Prayer is no longer a discipline; it is breath. Revival is not a conference; it is repentance.
Brethren, let us seek the old paths — where the cross was heavy, the Word was sharp, and heaven was near. Let us not rest until the Holy Spirit breaks our pride, burns our idols, and revives our hearts. For when the Church awakes, the world will tremble again.
“Lord, save us from the religion that keeps men comfortable in sin. Send the fire again.”
