Finally, fall. I can tell because morning temperatures fell into the low 60's. We have been waiting. Summer is mostly over. So how are we?
In Israel, the end of summer marked the beginning of harvest. The harvest provided their food for the winter. But God had blocked the harvest in judgement of their sin.
The people lamented: "summer is over, harvest has ended, and we are not saved." At my first pastorate I preached a revival. Nothing happened. Then I awakened on Sunday and read these words in Charles Spurgeon's morning by morning. I changed my sermon and preached these words. The revival began out of desperation for God. It could happen again. To us.