As for you, do not pray for this people, or lift up a cry or prayer for them, and do not intercede with me, for I will not hear you.
In a time of God’s sure wrath upon a nation or people, those among them who seek to ease the swiftness His judgement serve only to join themselves with the condemned. Great deeds and mighty salvation from on high will not be seen by the generation which brought forth the present carnage upon the earth; nor will those escape who partake in their forefather’s sins through fellowship with their empty and evil deeds.
Deliverance is not found by the many through activism, but by the few through repentance. The true flock of God are scattered: they do not gather except as the Lord their Shepherd leads them; and those who accuse them only reveal themselves to be a den of thieves. For it is the day of the scattered and lonely sheep, whose obedience is manifest in their seperation. In silence they bear the weight of rejection until the decree at last goes forth: when the groanings of the righteous are vindicated by cleasing fire from heaven, and the wicked are confounded.
But the earth will be desolate because of its inhabitants, for the fruit of their deeds.
Shepherd Your people with Your staff, the flock of Your inheritance, who dwell alone in a forest in the midst of a garden land; let them graze in Bashan and Gilead as in the days of old. As in the days when you came out of the land of Egypt, I will show them marvelous things. The nations shall see and be ashamed of all their might; they shall lay their hands on their mouths; their ears shall be deaf…
This righteous flock does not arise from what men have called the temple of the Lord; but they are found one-by-one through the mercy of God as He brings them each into His fold. For He has left the ninety-nine for the one, and the ninety-nine have rejected the one; therefore He also has rejected them, saying,
“I have other sheep that are not of this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one Shepherd.”
But whom will He find crying out day and night for the restoration of His house through that new and rejected flock? And who knows the groanings of His Spirit over the ones whom He is yet drawing near? Let them not waver in their interceding; and let them not give a thought to the fools, who vainly scoff at their present sorrow.
These are trying times,
Made to break the heart wide.
But we still defy,
We will make the dead rise.
We can’t be silent, we can’t belong,
We have a promise to die upon.
We’ll set the fire into a song,
To burn eternal when we’re all gone.
– Ryan Clark