It was a pleasant morning. As I settled into my easy chair to spend some time in prayer, a melodic chorus began to play itself in my head. The song was a runover from the day before, when I’d spent some time in a park with a local musician friend. One the songs we played was the Beatles’ iconic “Let It Be.”
“Let it be, let it be, let it be...” The words ran through my head. Looking out my window in the coolness of the morning, I watched the neighboring wall turn from gray to yellow as the sun rose, and the moment felt sublime. Let it be...
Wait, what was I saying? Let it be? No, no, no!
I sat up straight, shook the cobwebs from my head, and realized the lie I'd let myself buy into. Let my life, my city, my neighbors be? No way. I was up early to pray for just the opposite. I am beseeching the Spirit of God to move through my city in a powerful way, because I care too much about it to let it be. It is He who will bring to light, who will humble, who will provide, who will save. I can choose to live in line with that, serving my neighbors and sharing the truth of God, his love, and his redemption. Or I can choose to let it be. The apathetic within me wants to choose the passive route and mellow out, let it be.
But I can’t do that. I won’t.