Do It Again, Lord
(By Max Lucado)
"Dear Lord,
We're still hoping we'll wake up. We're still hoping we'll open a sleepy eye
and think, "What a horrible dream."
But we won't, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes DID gouge
towers. Flames DID consume our fortress. People DID perish. It was no dream
and, dear Father, we are sad.
There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no
longer heal. A church has lost her priest, a classroom is minus a teacher. Cora
ran a food pantry. Paige was a counselor and Dana, Dearest Father, Dana was
only three years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)
We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is buried as
well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known better. But we
didn't.
And so we come to You. We don't ask You for help; we beg You for it. We don't
request it; we implore it. We know what You can do. We've read the accounts.
We've pondered the stories and now we plead, "Do it again, Lord. Do it
again."
Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do
it again, Lord.
Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of
death. We have children too, Lord. Do it again.
And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his fears?
You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope. The doubts
of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
You changed Daniel from a captive into a king's counselor. You took Peter the
fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of You, David went from
leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors
today, Lord. We need apostles. We need leaders. Do it again, Dear Lord.
Most of all, do again what You did at Calvary. What we saw here last Tuesday,
You saw there that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness murdered. Mothers
weeping. evil dancing. Just as the smoke eclipsed our morning, so the darkness
fell on Your Son. Just as our towers were shattered, the very Tower of Eternity
was pierced. And by dusk, heaven's sweetest song was silent, buried behind a
rock.
But You did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After three days in a dark
hole, You rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the darkest Friday
into the brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September Easter.
We thank You, Dear Father, for these hours of unity. Christians are praying
with Jews. Republicans are standing with Democrats. Skin colors have been
covered by the ash of burning buildings. We thank you for these hours of unity.
And we thank You for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us to our
knees and succeeded. he had no idea, however, that we would kneel before You.
And he has no idea what You can do.
Let Your Mercy be upon our President, Vice-President, and their families. Grant
to those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have mercy upon
the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us Grace that we
might forgive and faith that we might believe.
And look kindly upon Your Church. For two thousand years You've Used her to
heal a hurting world.
Please, Do it again, O Lord. Do it again.
Through Christ, Amen."
Max Lucado, Sept. 15, 2001