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Do It Again, Lord
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.
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.
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 ash fell on our children,
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. Disaster has done
what discussion could not. Doctrinal fences have fallen. 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.
Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
Through Christ, Amen.
[Do It Again, Lord]
copyright [UpWords Ministries, 2001] Max Lucado
used by permission



Included
in the thousands of people killed in the horrific September 11 2002 tragedies were people from many
countries other than the USA, including many from Australia, where I live.
My prayers go out to all those families and friends affected by these
events. People often forget
about the fact that it was not only the lives of the people in the USA that were changed by
these events. The whole world was altered in one way or another.
Quite literally, our
lives will never be the same again.
So,
my prayer is, may God bless America,
and may He also bless the whole world.

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