We come to Your feet, praising You for being the God You are–holy, all-powerful, King, and friend.
Father, You hear the cries of Your children in Afghanistan and all over the world. You hold them in their darkest moments, when terror squeezes the breath from their chests. Be their peace. Be their hope. Give them courage.
I ask, in the name of Jesus, to blind the enemy as You did in the days of Elisha. Confuse their plans and rescue Your children from danger. Not for their name’s sake, but for Yours.
Forgive us, Lord, for our apathy. We are spoiled to the point of ingratitude. Our lukewarm affections have snuffed out the passion and devotion You have called us to. We are choking on our abundance, bowing the god of pleasure and entertainment. Our consciences have been calloused, seared with sin and idolatry. Our brothers and sisters continue to worship, shadowed in the threat of execution for praising You, while we find it difficult worship in the midst of our schedules and warped priorities.
Please wake us up–birth a revival in our hearts. May we love no person, no activity, and no thing more than we love You. We are clay in your hands, Father.
Reveal what has been concealed. Darkness is consuming everything around us. Give us the passion and courage to shine for You. Let it not be something we do, but who we are.
Forgive us, Father. Give us grateful hearts.
Even so, come quickly, Jesus. I love You.
In the precious name of Christ,