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I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.<\/em>\u00a0 <\/span>– Romans 12:1<\/a><\/p>\n

Don’t you love answered prayer? Even if it’s surprisingly different than what you were thinking. A week ago, in our community group (home group of Movement Church<\/a>), I shared a struggle during the prayer time. My request was for God to restore a season of influence in my life…that I might influence others for good as had been my experience in times in the past. I was looking back and not forward, and my sense of what a life should be at my age and situation was different than how I saw it at present. Different and lacking?<\/p>\n

Sigh…God have mercy…and…He did.<\/p>\n

Those dear friends of mine listened, empathized, loved and prayed.<\/p>\n

Then Sunday, at our time of corporate worship, there was great singing…and great revelation. The songs included How Wonderful, How Marvelous<\/em><\/a>; Take My Life\/Here Am I <\/em><\/a>(which I’ll come back to)<\/em>; and To the Ends of the Earth<\/em><\/a>. <\/em>These were the kind of songs that call a people to revival…to hearts and lives poured out to God and for the nations.<\/p>\n

On Sunday morning, I wasn’t thinking about that longing of my heart to be an influence for good, but God must have been. When our teaching pastor, Cliff Jordan<\/a>, preached, I sensed the movement of God in my heart so strong, it was as if the message was just for me.<\/p>\n

Cliff preached out of John 21 where Jesus appeared to His disciples during the days after His resurrection. Sitting around a cook-fire, Jesus ate fish with His friends, fish they had caught in a miraculous fashion (John 21:3-6<\/a>). In a tender moment, Jesus asked Peter if he loved Him…to which Peter answered in the affirmative. Three times Jesus asked, and three times Peter answered. The awful memory of his previous three denials of Jesus must have burned in Peter’s throat. Each time, Peter answered yes that he loved Jesus, and then Jesus told him to feed His sheep. No fanfare, no illusion of Peter’s excellent abilities to do so. Just a simple command, in the end, to follow Him.<\/p>\n

In those quiet moments of intimate fellowship between sinner and Savior, Peter had to have felt the love of Jesus. Still in his impetuous, striving nature, he posed a question to Jesus about His will for another disciple (John 21:20-22<\/a>). Again, Jesus drew Peter’s attention, not to what that disciple would be about, but what Jesus’s call was on Peter’s life. “You follow Me.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Through Cliff’s sermon and those three words, the answer to my prayer rang from Heaven. It doesn’t matter my season of life or even what others, in my age or situation, are doing or how they are being used by God. I am to be about loving and following Jesus.<\/p>\n

Even tonight, a friend reminded me of the story of the Apostle Paul’s incarceration which he entrusted himself into God’s hands. In Paul’s letter from prison to the church at Philippi, he spoke these words:<\/p>\n

I want you to know, brethren, that the things which happened to me have actually turned out for the furtherance of the gospel,\u00a0<\/span>so that it has become evident to the whole palace guard, and to all the rest, that my chains are in Christ;<\/strong><\/span> and most of the brethren in the Lord, having become confident by my chains, are much more bold to speak the word without fear.<\/strong> Some indeed preach Christ even from envy and strife, and some also from goodwill:\u00a0<\/span> The former preach Christ from selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing to add affliction to my chains;\u00a0<\/span> but the latter out of love, knowing that I am appointed for the defense of the gospel.\u00a0<\/span><\/em>What then? Only that in every way, whether in pretense or in truth, Christ is preached; and in this I rejoice, yes, and will rejoice.<\/strong><\/em> – Philippians 1:12-18<\/a>
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That friend who spoke truth into my heart has also struggled, as have I, with a season where it seems God has put us on some sort of shelf, or on the sideline. Oh, glorious truth, in every season, He calls us to follow Him. Paul, for months, chained to a prison guard, saw the truth. His ministry was not diminished in the least. It was only different…and his focus? Ever on the Lord. That is the key…for me.<\/p>\n

Since Sunday’s gathering of our church right through tonight, I have been in revival.<\/strong> That old time revival where God’s Spirit would shake the rafters of a building or the folds of a big tent with the prayers, singing and preaching of His people. Where, of course, we would “sing another verse” until He had finished whatever work He was doing in the lives of every person present.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Photo Credit: Milanoapi<\/a><\/p>\n

My children do not have revival meetings as part of their heritage. I wish they had…and maybe they will sometime in their future. I am thankful for growing up in the South when protracted revival meetings broke up hot summers into joyous returnings of hearts to follow Jesus.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hymn-writer Frances Ridley Havergal<\/a> wrote the lyrics to Take My Life and Let It Be<\/em> in 1874. She along with Fanny Crosby<\/a> and others wrote the hymns that stirred our devotion to God. In fact, these hymn-writers’ lyrics flamed the fires of revival across our world. The deep prayers of the faithful and the strong preaching of the churchmen in the 1800s and 1900s were all part of that.<\/p>\n

Chris Tomlin<\/a> and Louie Giglio<\/a> adapted the lyrics and melody of Take My Life and Let It Be<\/em> for the worshipers of this generation.<\/p>\n

Worship<\/a> with me.<\/p>\n

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Take my life and let it be consecrated Lord to Thee
\nTake my moments and my days, let them flow in ceaseless praise
\nTake my hands and let them move at the impulse of Thy love
\nTake my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee<\/p>\n

Take my voice and let me sing always, only for my King
\nTake my lips and let them be filled with messages from Thee
\nTake my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold
\nTake my intellect and use every power as You choose<\/p>\n

Here am I, all of me, take my life, it’s all for Thee<\/p>\n

Take my will and make it Thine, it shall be no longer mine
\nTake my heart, it is Thine own, it shall be Thy royal throne
\nTake my love, my Lord I pour at Your feet, it’s treasure store
\nTake myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee*<\/p>\n