I am finally pursuing the novel that is dancing in my head, waiting patiently to be let out. Rather it’s more like the kid doing the pee-pee dance, praying for that locked bathroom door to open!
Two words – what if – are keys to a writer’s imagination. Those two little words start a whole chain of questions that may or may not lead to the creation of an entire universe.
On Sunday evening I dropped my grandson at a church high school youth program. It’s where he feels comfortable. The adults also have a service at that time. As I watched them pour into the church I wondered, “What if every person who calls on the name of Messiah would pray and fast with our Jewish brothers on Yom Kippur?”
Oh, not just ‘get through’ the fast and prayer as some might do, but actively humble ourselves, repent for ourselves and our nations, and press into the presence of God for 25 hours. What would happen in the spiritual realm?
What if every son and daughter of Jacob did the same? Not just the Orthodox or semi-religious, but absolutely every member of the tribe? What would the world look like as we break the fast after sunset?