Lord give us prophets. Let there be voices crying out in the wilderness. Make us uncomfortable, challenged, afraid. Offend us that we might grow, stretch us that we might become flexible. Push us beyond our limits that we might discover Your strength within. Lord let your church die a thousand deaths that she might rise with Christ in glory. Make her unafraid of darkness, for you are her Light. And give her ears to hear the voices calling her back to You. Come Holy Spirit, Come!
From Tandaina at Snow on Roses, concluding a great post on being afraid to speak out.
--the BB
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