H. L. Sheppard
Liquor Bars Became
“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved” (Jer. 8:20).
We sense overtures of sadness in Jeremiah’s mournful words. Shades of pain and heartbreak reveal a vivid portrait of a desolate people. A people whose past was haunted by the ghost of neglected prayer; whose future would be terrorized by the specter of death.
Doomed men, a burning countryside, a powerless government and a weeping prophet; these elements made up the sad story of a nation who had forsaken her prayer chambers and ignored God’s repeated calls to “seek ye my face.”
Christ’s Body (the Church) is this generation’s weeping prophet. If the destiny of our city, our world, is altered; it will be changed because you and I care enough to love enough to weep before the Lord.
It is said that Charles G. Finney, the powerful and prayerful evangelist of the 1800’s, spent several hours of each day alone with God, seeking His face on behalf of lost men.
Once while passing by train through Houghton, New York, the awesome power of Finney’s prayer life touched the entire town. The man of God never left his train-car but, miraculously the Holy Ghost fell. Men across the community began to speak with tongues as the Spirit filled them. Liquor bars became altars and barrooms converted to temporary chapels. God moved mightily.
Silent voices in this city cry out to an unseen higher power for help. The weeping church must take up their cause and intercede before God. Death’s winter is rapidly approaching. Where are the weeping Jeremiah’s the praying Finney’s? Where is the Church?
I exhort the people of God; PRAY, PRAY, PRAY! 250,000 souls are hanging by the thread of your prayers!