The Silent Killer

The silent killer;

Prov 29:18

18 Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.

Isa 28:7

7 But they also have erred through wine, and through strong drink are out of the way; the priest and the prophet have erred through strong drink, they are swallowed up of wine, they are out of the way through strong drink; they err in vision, they stumble in judgment.

The hour is bleak. The evening hourglass exposes the final grains of time sprinkling vaguely through the thin vein of empty spaces. Our prayers no longer have the purpose of expected answers because our timetable has a ceiling of confusion and blank perspective.

We are drunk with excess. The evil surfeiting that Jesus warned of has become our arena of life and daily duties. The sacrifices of decades before have become vague articles on file in our archives of ancient history.

The crumbling we feel of foundations secured through the miraculous power of the blood is unquestionably shaking our faith. From standards to landmarks of tradition, every voice is calling from the abyss of distant echoes, our heads turn with wonder at the authors of the noises, knowing the sound is one of confusion and division.

Someone must have the insight and light to lead our future, but the feelings within are being subtly undermined with fear. No one has the vision. We all stand reactively squeezing each contrary sound in hope to find an answer or hope that eludes our view.

Israel experienced this phenomenon; the 400 years of silence caused them to search for a voice of fresh perspective. They chose to have the Pharisee’s write the verbal law into a useable and acceptable perspective, thereby pacifying the need for inspiration and purchasing a fresh look.

Are we doing the same thing with the search for an alley of passing, a shortcut to fulfilling our hopes for quick successes and thus bypassing the need for the frustrating chore of building disciples against the horizon of empty skies?

Are we letting the busyness of materialism and time consuming useless schedules creep up our daily devotions to cover our eyes and hide the needs of a generation that is loosing a battle with evil?

The Lord looked for a man, one who would stand in the gap and make up the hedge.

Our vision is still in the promises and hopes of the certainties of the scriptures. To build upon the “rock” of truth, to teach for a future of prosperity and fruitfulness that will come from the harvest timetable. Our vision only fails because our eyes have slipped from the vision of the Elders who had a mountainous view, where perspective was not obscured by the smog of humanity. They could see far off and understood the power in the purpose of holiness and discipleship. Time was a friend, not an enemy. It only became the crushing force when we no longer could view the purpose and perspective of careful preparation in the field of harvest.

Sowing and watering has a tinpanny sound that accompanies the duties of underlings, and the ministry has relegated itself to the purveying of the magic fantasy called “revival.”

All because of the lack of vision, and an obscured view through the surfeiting of careless hours of wasted time, while the hourglass drops the last grains of sand in the final mound of God’s timetable.

Richard Perry