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May 19, 2022

On My Knees

Psalm 126:5 & 6 has always been a favorite scripture of mine. I have loved the imagery of going out in tears with the promise of returning with joy carrying your sheaves.

Psalm 126:5&6

Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy!
He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing,
shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.

When I first went to seminary in Ft. Worth TX, I was among those whose testimony was as such. “I quit my job and moved to Ft. Worth with $500 bucks in my pocket.” That was literally all I had. I had a car, and a gas card, my driver’s license and not much else. All my worldly goods could fit in the trunk of my Ford Fairmont Futura. After 2 weeks on campus, I had a job, a place to live and had enrolled in the Master of Music Conducting program at S.W.B.T.S. When I mentioned my job it was really 3 jobs in 3 months. As a music major, I had a class schedule similar to college: Choir, band, choir, conducting, voice, piano etc. all of which had extra time involved that many employers didn’t quite understand. So it took a few tries before I found a job that would let me eat, sleep and go to school. My third job in that semester was to be my favorite job in my entire seminary career. It was as the minister of music and youth at FBC Jewett Texas. My pianist was the pastor’s wife, Iris Harris. She took about 6 months of lessons from a Gospel pianist and was so gifted that she went on the road all through her middle school and high school playing the piano for a traveling preacher/revivalist! Her husband, Barron, was one of the Godliest men I have had the privilege of working with. The church called me soon after the first of the year. They paid me a weekly salary and they had recently completed a fellowship hall with an apartment in the back. This was for seminary students they anticipated for their additional staff members. I was the first to use it. It was nicer than anywhere else I had ever lived, ever! My typical weekly schedule entailed my driving 2 1/2 hours south of Ft. Worth after classes on Friday and meeting Bro. Harris for prayer time followed by dinner. Those prayer times were so moving. They not only moved me but also moved Heaven. Every time we would pray Bro. Harris would end up weeping for the lost in our town. He would call the names of businessmen, children of church members, neighbors or just the town meanies. Week after week this was our pattern. By Easter people started getting saved. By the end of the summer that little church had baptized 74 people and Bro. Harris had been praying for 100.

I discovered a little underused truth. It’s not simply prayer that goes before a period of revival, it is prayer and tears for the lost. I have in all my years never felt that compelled to pray for the lost. As a result, I have never seen that kind of spiritual harvest. However, if there was ever a time when we needed to pray for the lost it is now. I’m going to close with the words of an Oklahoma singer and song writer, Dennis Jernigan, called “On My Knees”

 

 

When I don't know

what I need

I need to get on my knees

When waves of doubt

crash over me

I need to get on my knees

On my knees I find refuge

On my knees I find grace

On my knees I can feel You

Like we're meeting

face to face

When I don't know

what I need

I need to get on my knees

When I don't have

strength to stand

I need to reach for Your hand

When life feels like

sinking sand

I need to reach for Your hand

In Your hand I find refuge

In Your hand I find grace

In Your hand I can feel You

Like we're meeting

face to face

When I don't have

strength to stand

I need to reach for Your hand

When life leaves me

with no choice

I must listen for Your voice

When lies confuse me

with their noise

I must listen for Your voice

In Your voice I find refuge

In Your voice I find grace

In Your voice I can feel You

Like we're meeting

face to face

When life leaves me

with no choice

I will listen for Your voice

On my knees I find refuge

On my knees I find grace

On my knees I can feel You

Like we're meeting

face to face

When I don't know

what I need

 

I need to get on my knees

 

 

 

I want to challenge you and myself to not just spend time praying but ask God to bring me to tears for the vast lostness all around us.

Blessings,

Marty




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08-12-2022 at 8:56 AM
Janie Tew
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