Then he said to me, "Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live.' –Ezekiel 37:9, NIV
The Garden was too much for man to live in it. They were naked, ashamed, hidden, and impure. They couldn’t belong to such holy place. Man was kicked out, out from the garden, deprived to touch the tree of life. Angels guarded the place; they couldn’t risk damned creation to haughtily rise up to life.
Not yet, not yet…
God was still there, teaching a people He chose by no merit necessary. Wind followed their steps, wind touched them. The desert blew them away; the Promised Land flowed with milk and honey. The people of the Promise were waiting for their vindication, but it seemed that God was too far to reach. Nonsense –it was the beginning of a whole new day of sunshine.
Israel was dead-spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally, dead. They could barely worship God, they could barely live a peaceful life. The pressures from their own horses barred them from a joy exceeding any other joy. God was there, watching every move, every action, every thought. Was He waiting for them to react? Yep, but who would make the first move?
And there was Ezekiel lying with his own doubts of what God would do to the whole house of Israel. Wind was the only thing that needed.
His wind created tendons.
His wind created flesh and skin.
His wind created a new contrite heart.
His wind emboldened a broken house.
His wind gave hope to the whole house of Israel.
His wind gave way to a new revival.
Isn’t he doing the same thing to this nation? I believe it so.