“Will you not
revive us again, that Your people may rejoice in You? Show us your steadfast love, O LORD, and grant us Your
salvation…Steadfast love and faithfulness meet; righteousness and peace kiss
each other.” –Psalm
85:6-7, 10 (NEB).
Remember the times, perhaps when you
were a child, when your church had a week of revival? In the country church I attended when I
was growing up, “God’s high festival, protracted meeting,”* was held after
crops were “laid-by” and people had a bit of time for attending morning and
night services at the church for a week or more. Afternoons were spent visiting friends and
neighbors or having them to your house for meals and a visit. A part of the revival meeting was also
“entertaining” the pastor and the visiting preacher and guest song leader, the
‘revival team.’ That entailed seating
them at a fully-spread table of good food from the garden and plenty of fried
chicken and country ham. In the
afternoons, much talking and discussing of important Bible passages and prayer
for the unsaved of the community were a part of front-porch gatherings as
guests sat in the porch swing or straight chairs. It was spiritual harvest time, and an
evangelistic spirit pervaded the whole community. Denominational lines were temporarily laid
aside as people from both Methodist and Baptist churches interacted, attended the
revival and “got saved,” as the salvation experience was called. Looking back on those times of spiritual
refreshment, I can see that the prayer from Psalm 85:6 was answered. It was a time of revival. Twenty-three responded in faith the week of
the revival when I became a Christian.
Revival was followed by rejoicing—a natural order for God’s visitation
among the people. Is it any wonder the
Psalmist saw Love and Faithfulness personified, meeting, and Righteousness and
Peace, likewise personified, kissing each other? “God, will You not revive us
again?”...Yes. The LORD will give what is good” (85:6a,
12a). –Ethelene
Dyer Jones
[*’God’s high
festival, protracted meeting,’ is a quotation from Byron Herbert Reece’s poem,
“Choestoe,” c1944.]