I sat still as the songwriter spoke the words, "I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord… I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord…" I sat still, unmoving for fear that the message would be lost, quickly forgotten amongst the multitude of distractions around me. I felt within me a sorrow, a knowledge that I had neglected Him. {I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord} I wanted to never forget the truth of those words, the knowledge that I am His vessal, a holy resting place for an Almighty God. I wanted to remember.

But what was going to make this any different than those other times? I knew that I had felt this before, the heady rush of emotion, a heightened desire for God that would fade by morning. {I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord.} How does one make the disire for obedience that you feel last from today until tomorrow? There were so many questions I felt I didn’t know the answer to.

"The Truth of God does not die. Only by faith can I accomplish these things…" As the music played and the message of the poets standing upon the stage came to me, I felt hope. {I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord.} What will make this time different? God will, because though I am weak, His power is not…