Tonight Brother Jesse stepped into Psalm 85 with a revival cry, reminding us that even when God has been good—when He’s forgiven, restored, covered sin, and turned away wrath—there are still seasons when His people need more, when the heart aches for that holy stirring and asks, “Wilt Thou not revive us again?” He walked us through the power of remembrance, calling us back to our Gilgal and our Ebenezer, those places where God reached deeper than we could reach ourselves and proved His faithfulness in ways we can still feel if we let memory breathe again. He pressed on to the need for refreshing—the wind of God blowing across tired embers, the way Scripture revives the spirit like cool air on a weary worker—and then into renewal, that daily inward strengthening Paul spoke of, the kind that sends us back to the altar not to get saved again but to renew our vows, our fire, our walk. With the imagery of the eagle—born for the heights yet sometimes stuck in the molting valley—he reminded us that God has good things that renew our youth, restore our strength, and lift us back into the sky. And as he preached, the message rose into a plea: that the wind would blow again, that the fire would catch again, that the sun would rise again in the hearts of God’s people, bringing revival, refreshing, and renewal for the inward man.
Fairview Union Church — Whitwell, Tennessee
