Acts 16:25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.
We all know that anyone of us can be a prisoner to something. We've all got our stuff. As long as we are alive we are gonna have our struggles and our temptations and our failures...even our strongholds. Life comes with huge ups and downs and sometimes we can find ourselves caught in a prison. There are prisons of defeat, prisons of discouragement, prisons of envy and unforgiveness or bitterness. Prisons of unbelief. Prisons of self-righteousness. Prisons of anger and hatred. Prisons of bondage to food or drink or drug. The list goes on and on............
We've all got our stuff. And I'm gonna dare say that when we are going through our stuff and we chose to respond to our stuff like Paul and Silas did by praying and praising...there is gonna be another prisoner somewhere, close by, that will see us, or hear us, or is watching us, that needs the encouragement, the lift, the hope, the WORD or the song...that we are signing in the midst of our midnight hour.
It's all right there in Acts 16...the other prisoners were listening.
I know it can be very hard, when we are in the middle of our life's circumstances, to think past the pain of our moment and realize there is a bigger picture. But there is a bigger picture. There is always a bigger picture. That's because we serve a big GOD. A really big GOD who wants to take all of our midnights and use them to show HIMSELF strong and able. A really, really big GOD who desires take all our midnights and use them to conform us into the image of HIS SON JESUS CHRIST. A really, really, really big GOD who has designed our midnights to reach out to another prisoner somewhere who maybe has lost their song in the night...a prisoner who maybe isn't strong enough to speak the WORD for themselves... maybe a fellow prisoner who has been locked in that cell for a long time and is just tired, plain ol' tired. And through those prisoner walls, of this life's stuff, she hears a song of praise or a whispered prayer rising up from a sister whose been there, (or is still there)...and that humble song, or that prayer of the heart breathes fresh hope and new life into this weary listening one.
Your midnights are not your own sister and neither are mine. GOD is gonna use every part of your life; your mornings, your noons and your midnights to bring HIM glory and to minister HIS hope to a lost and dying world.
Nothing in GOD'S kingdom is wasted. Nothing in your life will be wasted. Not one midnight is a waste.
So lift up your voice in the middle of that midnight. Pray it out to your GOD. Praise aloud from a redeemed heart. You never know who is listening.
We all know that anyone of us can be a prisoner to something. We've all got our stuff. As long as we are alive we are gonna have our struggles and our temptations and our failures...even our strongholds. Life comes with huge ups and downs and sometimes we can find ourselves caught in a prison. There are prisons of defeat, prisons of discouragement, prisons of envy and unforgiveness or bitterness. Prisons of unbelief. Prisons of self-righteousness. Prisons of anger and hatred. Prisons of bondage to food or drink or drug. The list goes on and on............
We've all got our stuff. And I'm gonna dare say that when we are going through our stuff and we chose to respond to our stuff like Paul and Silas did by praying and praising...there is gonna be another prisoner somewhere, close by, that will see us, or hear us, or is watching us, that needs the encouragement, the lift, the hope, the WORD or the song...that we are signing in the midst of our midnight hour.
It's all right there in Acts 16...the other prisoners were listening.
I know it can be very hard, when we are in the middle of our life's circumstances, to think past the pain of our moment and realize there is a bigger picture. But there is a bigger picture. There is always a bigger picture. That's because we serve a big GOD. A really big GOD who wants to take all of our midnights and use them to show HIMSELF strong and able. A really, really big GOD who desires take all our midnights and use them to conform us into the image of HIS SON JESUS CHRIST. A really, really, really big GOD who has designed our midnights to reach out to another prisoner somewhere who maybe has lost their song in the night...a prisoner who maybe isn't strong enough to speak the WORD for themselves... maybe a fellow prisoner who has been locked in that cell for a long time and is just tired, plain ol' tired. And through those prisoner walls, of this life's stuff, she hears a song of praise or a whispered prayer rising up from a sister whose been there, (or is still there)...and that humble song, or that prayer of the heart breathes fresh hope and new life into this weary listening one.
Your midnights are not your own sister and neither are mine. GOD is gonna use every part of your life; your mornings, your noons and your midnights to bring HIM glory and to minister HIS hope to a lost and dying world.
Nothing in GOD'S kingdom is wasted. Nothing in your life will be wasted. Not one midnight is a waste.
So lift up your voice in the middle of that midnight. Pray it out to your GOD. Praise aloud from a redeemed heart. You never know who is listening.