Earthquakes, prayers, and prophecy


I have been through two earthquakes in my life. They were tiny, but there is something unsettling about the earth shaking beneath your feet. As a child, when the first one happened, I was shocked and unsure. I had nightmares for weeks. If the Earth could shake, what else could happen? This time it was little, but would another one come and swallow my family up? My poor parents comforted my fears brought on by an overactive imagination with incredible patience.

The next one happened shortly after Dave and I were married. I was an adult. Things should be better, right? But that earthquake stuck with me for weeks, months even. It opened questions long left tucked away. If the ground itself moved while we went about our business, how unstable was life?

Yesterday we had the Rock standing strong, today we have mountains quaking. Open your Bibles if you have them to Isaiah 64:1-5 to see where they meet.

Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down,
    that the mountains might quake at your presence—
as when fire kindles brushwood
    and the fire causes water to boil—
to make your name known to your adversaries,
    and that the nations might tremble at your presence!
When you did awesome things that we did not look for,
    you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
From of old no one has heard
    or perceived by the ear,
no eye has seen a God besides you,
    who acts for those who wait for him.
You meet him who joyfully works righteousness,
    those who remember you in your ways.
Behold, you were angry, and we sinned;
    in our sins we have been a long time, and shall we be saved?

Did you notice the irony? These Israelites are asking for an earthquake. They want the mountains to tremble if it means God would come to meet with them. What I called instability, what created fear in my heart and soul, these people were desperate for, because it represented the mighty act of a God that they thought was all but lost.

So they prayed. These verses and those that follow are a prayer of confession. Repentance and reconnection with a God they loved and longed for. In His absence, or rather in the lifting of His closeness, they found themselves parched, thirsty, and incomplete.

“We long for Your presence, Lord!” is their song. “We need You, Lord. We looked away. Forgive us in Your great mercy, we cry out. Make the mountains shake with Your power and might and Here-ness.”

And God answers. He answers prayers with just that –

He comes here.

Jesus Christ came down from on High to be present with His people. The mountains quaked at His death. They quaked at His resurrection.

The proof is in the pudding, folks. Glance at Matthew 27:50-52 –

And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit. 51 And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split. 52 The tombs also were opened. And many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised…

Now check out Matthew 28:1-2 –

Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it.

Yes! Jesus does just that. He causes the earth to shake, the foundations to tremble because He, friends, is the True Foundation. He is the only thing we really have to stand on.

Want to see another earthquake? Just one more? Turn the pages of Scripture to Acts 4:24-31. I’ll insert just verse 31 below for want of space –

And when they had prayed, the place in which they were gathered together was shaken, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and continued to speak the word of God with boldness.

Prayer does crazy things. God does crazy things. His power is not of this world and when we pray, stuff happens, namely, loving tender care in relationship with a loving tender God. The earth may not shake when we pray, it could, but even when it doesn’t, earth shaking things happen in our own life because we are molded and shaped by His Spirit instead of our own will.

He is ALIVE. His Spirit works! I would rather lean on that any day than the floor underneath me that fades like fall leaves.

And so we pray…

Lord, make my earth quake with Your presence. Let not my heart trust in anything but You and You alone. We call upon You. We confess our trust in the things of this world, in the foundations of this temporal place that passes away. We look to You, Lord, and the forgiveness You offer. We thank You for Your Grace and Mercy and work in our lives daily, for seeking us out and bringing us to You, Lord. Thank you for Your Faithfulness every day. In Jesus’s name we pray. Amen. 

 

Exploration:

Have you ever been through a small or large natural disaster? What was your experience?

What comfort does it give, knowing that God sent His Spirit into your life and you will never be without His presence?

Do you have an example of when Jesus shook your life up, metaphorically (or really!), and you drew closer to Him because of it? Your example may be just the witness that someone else needs, so if you are willing please share in the comment section of the blog.

3 thoughts on “Earthquakes, prayers, and prophecy”

  1. I have never been in a disaster…just a little shake which scared me “still” and when it was over I thanked God that was all it was.
    It gives great comfort that the Holy Spirit is there and I can “speak” to Him and He listens.
    When I divorced my husband it shook me for along time. I finally realized that God was still there with me and that He still loved and was taking care of me.

  2. I lived through a large earthquake when I was a young girl in CA, I have lived through tornado warnings/winds as an older child in NE and an adult in KS, and I have lived through low category hurricanes and a wildfire in our town, both in FL.

    It is an amazing comfort knowing that God has sent His Holy Spirit and I will never be without His comfort. In fact, when my husband and I found out that our unborn child had a fatal birth defect, I remember God reminding me that He was with me. I remember thinking that I could never do this without Him.

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