When Bones Begin to Breathe Again
“The hand of the Lord was upon me, and He brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones.” — Ezekiel 37:1 Pastor, have you ever stood in the middle of a valley? Not a literal one, but a spiritual one — a place where your prayers echo back to you unanswered, where the people you once led with joy now feel disengaged, where the flame that once burned so bright flickers in the winds of discouragement? You’re not alone. In Ezekiel 37, the prophet is carried by the Spirit right into the middle of a place that should have been avoided — a valley of very dry bones . These bones weren’t just dead; they were scattered, sun-bleached, and hopeless. Yet, right there — not on a mountaintop, not in a palace, not in a comfortable temple — God asks the question: “Son of man, can these bones live?” Where Hope Dies, Revival Begins Revival does not begin in places that are full of life; it starts where hope has died. It starts in valleys, in...