As I got ready for bed last night, I was praying for Japan. I’d just read of the earthquake.
I prayed something new — at least something I didn’t remember coming out of my mouth before. I said, “LORD, hear the cries of your remnant.”
The oddity of the prayer struck me, and I mentioned it to the LORD. Then I remembered Abraham.
He contended for Sodom, not on the grounds of how many people lived there but how many faithful lived there. (Genesis 18:16-33)
And the LORD heard Abraham out. Alas, there were not five righteous in Sodom, so it was destroyed. Still, God would have saved it for 10 faithful.
The writing of prophetic scripture is on the wall. The world has been weighed and found wanting. The judgments written out in Revelation, Ezekiel and the other prophets are near. Even if they’re a couple decades away, that’s half a generation.
As the earth suffers the birth pangs of earthquakes and storms, of war and disease, remember the other Believers.
The LORD tarries because he’s giving the unredeemed a chance to repent (II Peter 3). Perhaps by us crying out on behalf for Believers — persecuted and devastated by life’s storms — we can buy more time for the lost.
I want to see my Savior more and more every day. But as I get closer to him, I see that He wants none to perish.
He extends mercy to me daily. I’ll wait a little longer so that the repentant can enjoy it’s sweetness, too.