We’ve prayed. For years. Crying out to the Lord our God. Pleading for the deceived to be set free. The broken healed.

Solutions offered but resisted. Denied. Every avenue tried, fruitless.
What are we to do?
We’ve prayed. For years. Crying out to the Lord our God. Pleading for the deceived to be set free. The broken healed.
Solutions offered but resisted. Denied. Every avenue tried, fruitless.
What are we to do?
My reading this week is First Peter. An epistle I’m drawn to. Often.
Perhaps because it addresses those living in exile. Aliens. Temporary residents in foreign lands.
These are pockets of believers living out the gospel away from their passport country.
Away from large gatherings of the Body of Christ.
So he built an altar there, called on the name of the Lord, and pitched his tent there. Isaac’s servants also dug a well there. [Genesis 26:25]
When Abraham or Isaac or Jacob moved to a new place, they did the necessary. Built an altar and worshiped the Lord their God. Pitched a tent and dwelled in the temporary place.
And dug a well. Dug deep. To tap into a source of water hidden beneath the ground.