“I am distressed at the zeal of the heretics; and at the amnesia of the believers.”
Conviction-laden poetry, combined with a metaphorical call to arms.
This is my first reading of any of Ravenhill's works, and it won't be my last. His prose is British through and through--with all the King James styling one would expect from a dude who was born in 1907. (He reads much like a contemporary of C.S. Lewis, with a slightly more chastising and paternal feel.)
Here, he's admonishing the Church at large--as well as individual churches--for their sleepiness and laxity toward the lost. As well as the general ignorance toward prayer in the general body of Christ. In getting his point across, he alternates between eloquent and earnest rebukes in the form of mini-sermons interspersed at regular intervals by rhythmic quatrain poems. (I didn't do a word count, but it felt as though nearly half the book was poetry.) Some were quite lovely, and some were less memorable in their simplicity. But I appreciated the way the artform both reinforced and broke up the work.
It's a quick read, but it packs a punch.
The Revival Song
Lord, we are hungry for blessing
This is in tune with thy word
Now is our need we're confessing
Give us new hearts, cleansed and stirred
Great is the need of our nations
Great is the need of this hour
Lord, we abhor our stagnation
Answer with Holy Ghost power
Look on our great desperation
Hold back thy judgment, we pray
Move through the length of our nation
Open thy windows today
Lord, fill the church with thy spirit
Lord, save our nation, we pray
Quicken our love and our zeal
And send us revival today