Out of Season
“Why should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of my father’s graves lies in ruins and its gates have been destroyed by fire?” Nehemiah 2:3 Nehemiah and his brethren were heavy of heart because of the condition of Jerusalem; and appropriately so. The city of their joy lay in ruins and was inhabited by “squatters” who had laid claim to the most holy of cities. The men of Psalm 137 had hung their lyres in the willow and wept saying, “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in captivity?” Unto everything there is a season, a time to laugh and a time to mourn says the writer of Ecclesiastes. It would seem to me that many of the brethren are “out of season.” It is a time for weeping, for crying out to the Lord for deliverance – it is a time for repentance from our sins, that the Lord may deliver us in a time of trouble. Shall I sing, and laugh, and dance when the walls of the nation have been breached and the gates of the church have been burned with fire. No! I will weep and howl and cry out for mercy upon the land, that God’s hand of judgment will be stayed and a broken heart and a contrite spirit shall seize the nation, and a hunger for holiness, a thirst for purity will leap upon the church.