Let us Arise and Rebuild!

Continuing my journey with Nehemiah…This is inspired from the second chapter. Won’t you join my meditations on Nehemiah? If you’d like to start from the beginning, you can go here.

My world wonders why I mourn,
but my nation continues to suffer the consequence
of corporate sin.
We are blind and can not see
That when some suffer, we all suffer.

“What can one girl do?”
they ask.
“You are taking on too much care
over the misery of others.”
But still, I am troubled.

Another asks what bothers me,
and I tell them how my home is in shambles.
A few want to help, some with money
Others want to be my companions
On a long road to recovery.

When the road brings us to our destination
we find
that things are worse than reported…

Because those who have stepped over this mess
for a hundred years
do not see it any longer.
They have resigned themselves that this is life.
Hope has long ago grown wings and taken flight.

But when His Spirit arises, I find myself declaring,
“Let us arise and rebuild!
Arise out of the ashes, the crumbling ruins,
Let us remember who we are,
and Whose we are.
Together we can do this!”

But then, a miracle unfolds!
for those who have lived the zombified lives
of the walking dead
become alive again;
Alive to hope and ready to work.

I Am A Nehemiah One

The story of Nehemiah has been tumbling in my heart…and so I decided to start a project; a project of writing some application thoughts about an entire book of the Bible…one chapter at a time.

Like Nehemiah, I weep; I pray.
What was once glory and splendor
Is wrecked and ruined
only a glimmer of days gone by and
The rubble of broken lives dirties the hem of my skirt.

The deer-caught-in-headlight stare
of the old and weak reveals
a giving up of all that is good,
their children never knowing that these
“dejected ones” were once heroes of faith, valiant in deed.

Without permission from these brokenhearted,
I remind God of His promise
determined to implore, to persuade
to influence and beg if necessary
those who are downcast to look up again.

I rise from my prayer stool,
ask God for success in my journey;
my journey to the city that once was and is no more.