A play on words? Indeed. Yet, it speaks of a house divided. I read in scriptures of a city with twelve gates, three on all four sides. That city is pictured throughout biblical history. It suffered from attack and desolation again and again. The story of rebellion, repentance, and restoration is told over and over. And yet the conflict that brought about its final destruction, which remains to this day, was the fighting within.
I speak of Jerusalem and the final battle of 70AD. A horrible end for the city that held the place of worship for centuries. Its end was from within as the Roman army surrounded them and sat and waited them out. The jealousy and competition within brought brother against brother and parents against children. The dead were left in the streets or thrown over the wall into the valley below. Those that attempted to escape were slaughtered or enslaved by those without.
There were none to resist when Titus marched in and plowed the streets and burned what was left to the ground. This house is left desolate to this day. A nation still to proud to admit its error and acknowledge their sin. They are a proverb to all that pass.
Frankly, I stand in a field of what once was a great people. Nothing but the remains of what was. Like the pictures of what was at Shiloh, Vicksburg, and Gettysburg. Not the bodies of foreign invaders, but men of the same nation divided by pride. Only by pride cometh contention, so teaches the word. And still they refuse to admit their error. Still they squabble over opinions and tradition and will not acknowledge the Lord. I'm not talking about this nation as such, but the field that once formed this nation.
I stand over what once was a people who held the place of worship and the word of God. The ruins are everywhere like Birmingham and Joplin after the storms. Nothing but empty buildings and scattered families where once there was song and praise. It is a was a war between the gates, within.
Can these bones live? Thou knowest O' LORD!
I speak of the people known as PRIMITIVE BAPTISTS. Is there any hope of coming together under the name of Christ? Or will we dry up where we have fallen? God can make these bones live again. Blow wind of the Spirit and bring us together again. Remove those that speak division for vain glory. We have sinned and our fathers have sinned. Restore us OH GOD! Bring our scattered from the four winds. Save our children from false teaching of the past and the influence of today. God have mercy and send workers into your harvest, IN JESUS NAME, Amen.