Revival.
The word came to me on the bus ride to work. It's one that I have not pondered much in this current season. I wrote it down when I got to work.
As a child, my family was a part of communities that emphasized and longed for revival. When we attended a charismatic church, we went to revival meetings filled with signs of the Holy Spirit. At Yale, we prayed for revival.
Ever since moving to Boston, though, I have been in more of a Lenten mode of seeing Ashes everywhere in the Evangelical world and of wanting to see many parts of Christendom burn to the ground. "Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
So I was rather surprised to have revival put back on my heart. But it is a rather hopeful thing to look towards.
Another thought I had today, which I find significant: "If I make to the end of my life on earth and have accomplished nothing noteworthy except that I was simply a good friend of God's, then that's good enough for me."
Lent is producing some fruitful thought patterns already--I can feel it.
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