This letter, with the verse which follows,
was distributed
to a group of seventy ministers on November 8, 1999.
The message remains timely for all of us.
Over
a year ago a fellow Christian called, greatly distressed,
saying, "The Church is a mess!" This individual
attends services regularly and is genuinely willing
to submit to the government of God. At the same time,
this dedicated Christian is earnestly hoping -- looking
for the fellowship which has foundations, whose architect
and builder is God -- fervently desiring to be a part
of that fellowship through which God will preach HIS
gospel to the world. Today this person remains one of
the many who grieve -- sighing and groaning -- perceiving
wholehearted, unreserved Godliness from none of the
extant fellowships. The verse which you will find below
reflects the passion of that grief, so oft conveyed
to Alma and I by our siblings in Christ.
In
bringing before our Loving Father this petition in verse,
Alma asks that you please understand when she states
"We are piteous in our sins..." that she acknowledges
the gross imperfection of her own struggle. Moreover,
despite her recognition of the crucial importance of
shepherding, which God emphasizes as vital for the welfare
of His flock, she remains painfully and prayerfully
cognizant that we all bear personal responsibility to
be in total and complete submission to Him without regard
to the actions or inaction of others.
As
I observe the state of the increasingly scattered and
wounded sheep, I am constantly reminded of Nehemiah
who prayed "I and my father's house have sinned."
The cancer of our sin -- mine and yours -- not only
is creating obstacles beyond our fellowship, but it
is festering within. Each of us, every single one, you
and I, bear accountability before God for what has happened
-- and what still is happening -- to our Father's Flock.
I am guilty. To my shame, my sin and my rebellion against
Him contribute to this ongoing tragedy.
With
that insight of context, I respectfully entreat you
to receive this heartfelt message. May we unconditionally
commit ourselves to eternal peace; may I -- may each
of us -- become vigilant, steadfastly alert against
the lethal sedation of compromising the righteousness
of our Eternal Creator upon the altars of temporal peace
or human balance. May we actively resist dilution of
that which defines righteousness -- the Word of God.
God charges us: "They that forsake the law praise
the wicked: but such as keep the law contend with them."
This is not to suggest that being "wicked"
is the permanent condition of any of us; yet, every
one of us is wicked to whatever extent we presently
condone lack of conformity to God.
May
we all come to fully appreciate the degree to which
any lack of yieldedness impacts others, and be led to
subject ourselves wholly to Him as did His Son before
us.
Your
brother in Christ,
Mike Regan
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When
will a man seek his Maker?
When will he bow low
Before the One Who Inhabits Eternity?
Will a man forsake all else
To follow his King?
Oh Most High God,
In love have You crafted Your chosen ones as shepherds.
Their gifts are Your workmanship,
Their talents the handiwork of Your fingers --
Though all are mere men.
What is good within any man is from You;
How then does one hesitate, or draw back from You?
We, Your sheep, are cast down;
We lay languishing with thirst
For the knowledge of You -- for the clear waters of Your Word.
We are distent with hunger;
Polluted is our bread; scraps, our meat.
We are torn and bleeding;
Where is our solace, oh my God?
Where is the salve that will cover our wounds?
In the blackness of mourning we weep;
Who will comfort us?
We are scattered like pollen;
Who will gather us?
Do
our shepherds see You, oh Great God?
Where can one turn that You are not near?
When have You withheld the tenderness of Your love,
The nurturing of Your bosom...
From those who surrender?
How can one not feel
The power of Your hand --
The wondrousness of Your works?
Can any not hear
The mighty thunder of Your voice?
Is there hope, oh my Lord and my Master?
Will Your vessels yet obey You completely?
Your
sons and daughters cry out to You,
"Daddy! Father!"
We are confused;
We are piteous in our sins,
Encrusted with the filth of our transgressions.
"Make us clean,"
Your children plead --
Begging for Your judgment,
For the peace of righteousness
Within the Body of our Saviour.
...While our shepherds are enticed by a cork
And discernment is forsaken for a snifter.
Do
our teachers delay to surrender before Your feet?
How does one toss down the fear of You, oh Mighty God?
Is it not You who will cut in pieces?
Are not You a Consuming Fire?
For the sake of Your Great Name, oh Majesty,
Seed stalwartness of faith in those You would use;
Plant in them the yielded heart of the One who died for us.
Send rain upon the eyes of these Your chosen vessels
That they may see the torments brought upon Your sheep.
Make fertile the ears of these who themselves must suffer
That they may hear the tortured bleating of Your lambs.
Who knows but that compassion may move them to seek You?
In anguish and in sorrow I lay down upon my bed;
Yet it is with joy that I will awaken.
My gladness will be beyond measure.
No chamber will be sufficient to contain my rejoicing,
For I will witness the delight of Your people Israel --
The sons of Levi purified and refined as gold and silver --
Offerings presented to You in righteousness;
Our sins swiftly purged,
The windows of heaven opening --
An overflowing of blessings poured out.
I wait on You, oh Most High God.
Oh Merciful One, do not tarry.
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