Dead and Dying Generation
17 Some time later the son of the woman who owned the house became ill. He grew worse and worse, and finally stopped breathing. 18 She said to Elijah, "What do you have against me, man of God? Did you come to remind me of my sin and kill my son?" 19 "Give me your son," Elijah replied. He took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him on his bed. 20 Then he cried out to the LORD, "O LORD my God, have you brought tragedy also upon this widow I am staying with, by causing her son to die?" 21 Then he stretched himself out on the boy three times and cried to the LORD, "O LORD my God, let this boy's life return to him!" 22 The LORD heard Elijah's cry, and the boy's life returned to him, and he lived.
There was this young boy, dead. The man of God came and stretched himself out on the boy. He cried out for the boy to come back to life. That is what my generation looks like right now. They are dead, bound up in sin, with pain, loss, and torment. DEAD!!! As I was listening to this I and praying for CBC (my college campus) for the lives of those who are there I just began to weep. God has a HEART for this generation. God wants to open blind eyes, open ears that can’t hear, and capture hearts that seem hard and imperturbable.
I think about last night, I went out with my friends and hung out. I got to minister and pray for some of my friends yesterday, and that was really good. However, I also think about later on that night. A group of five of us went out walking for like two hours, until three thirty in the morning. We ran into this guy, riding his bike across the Blue bridge. I’m sure he was coming from a party or something, somebody who didn’t know Jesus. I even spoke to him for a few minutes about NOTHING! I didn’t share the Gospel with him. I didn’t know how to bring share with him, I don’t even know why. Could have that been his day, for him to have come to know God. To be changed forever. GOD!! There is a Generation that is Dieing. Build up your church to go out and stretch ourselves out across the dead, to cry out to you and raise them from the dead. To not love our lives… but to deny ourselves, pick up our crosses and follow after Christ.