Dry Bones

“The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones, And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry. And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest. Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the LordThus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live: And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the Lord So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone.  And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up upon them, and the skin covered them above: but there was no breath in them. Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, Thus saith the Lord God; Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live. So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army. . .  And shall put my spirit in you, and ye shall live, and I shall place you in your own land: then shall ye know that I the Lord have spoken it, and performed it, saith the Lord.” Ezekiel 37: 1-10; 14

Ezekiel stood in a place were once, many strong, brave young men stood. They battled hard for what they thought was right. They fought, they struggled.

The sun beat down on their battle wearied backs. How long could this go on? For hours, they trampled across the mountains and valleys, attempting to push back the enemy. Sometimes it looked like they succeeded, other times, they thought they completely finished.

Tired young men thought about deserting, fleeing, surrendering, even dying to get out of this awful place. Stepping over dead and dying bodies, drenched in their own blood, morale lowered.

Massacre. The once strong men surrender to a torrent of battle axes and swords. The world over took them. Years later, only their bones would be left to tell the story of a battle… gone horribly wrong for them. If only they had the strength to keep on…

And that’s when the Spirit of the Lord saw the once-mighty army in that valley. A second chance. For soldiers who surrendered their life to the very thing they fought against; their dry, lifeless bones began to stir. They once lay there, too tired to fight, unmotivated, discouraged, but now burned again with a desire.

“For His glory” was their battle cry. Victory was sure. God was on their side. Valiantly, these soldiers battled again. This time, instead of watching their comrades fall, they helped them back up. They carried each other’s burdens instead of letting them fall under the weight of it alone.

They pushed back the darkness, rode into the light.Defeating the enemy, the reclaimed all the territory they had lost in battles before. And thousands of years later, you can still hear the echo of the once dry, resurrected bones of the saints marching on, the faithful few fighting against their greatest enemy.





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