• Mary Long

Slow Fade

Back Story: Mary walked into church one morning and saw the baby of a young lady who used to come to church. The baby was with her grandmother. She looked around and realized that a generation was missing that had been brought up to love the Lord. She was impacted by the Holy Spirit and sat there weeping for a lost generation. This article comes from those moments of weeping.


To the children of God of all ages, 1,10,20,40,60,80,90…

The Call:

Adam and Eve…born at adulthood, deceived by the enemy, and then they deceived themselves…

What is deception? It’s like a magic card disappeared. It is gone, and we are amazed. Where we are tricked and then where we trick ourselves. Where we have a fight with that friend, and then we say it was their fault, was it? We trick our minds…our minds deceive us every day, they bend reality to make it be whatever we want it to be, whatever we need it to be, simply… to make it all make sense even when it doesn’t.

There are children from every generation in the faith that were raised in the church, seeking other pursuits of fleshly desires, loves. We need to pray for the youth, the old, the embittered, the ones who think they are perfectly fine until the spotlight is shined on the condition of the heart.

Joel 1:3 “Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.”

As I looked upon this little baby, which is only a year old, her mother had gone to fly to the darkness. I grieve as I look around to see where have all the children gone? Where are the children? Where did I go for a time? Where have the ones that I held dear to my heart gone? I sat in church and looked around, and I cried, I knew it was God letting me feel the weight of THE LOST CHILDREN. We say “the” children, but it’s HIS CHILDREN.

When I was in my mid-20s, the Lord gave me a taste of his heart for the lost. I sat there and sobbed and sobbed the whole church service. I thought something was wrong with me so I went up for prayer, that was when the word from the Lord was given to me. “This is but a taste of my heart for the lost”. Where is the heart for the Lost Children gone (the ones who know and have tasted of His goodness)? Where is the heart for the Lost unbelievers gone? I do not believe that they don’t love God, for most of them, I feel like they have forgotten Him, or in the pursuit of whatever has become central to their lives have hid in shame from what has lured them…. The forbidden candy.

It’s almost like a Hansel and Gretel situation, where the enemy puts the bread crumbs that look like candy and as the children see it with lust filled eyes, whatever the form may be. They eat from the candy of the world and it goes into the mouth so sweet and succulent and then ends up dissolving into a drug that has gone through the body, soul, and spirit. Slowly eating away…distorting the mind to even fight the temptation. And over time of digesting, when your mind is in the right place, you promise yourself you will not do the drug of your choice, your addiction, whether it is drugs, sex, food, love, gossip, dissension between your brother or sister in Christ; the part where you play the willing participant to disharmony between but while act the victim or the one hurt in every situation.

I have been victim to the lull of candy. It has gotten me spiritual lazy and fat on the world, while being lulled into a sense of “its okay” it’s just this once. I’ll get over it. Someone will love me, if I give them what they want. Then years will pass and you look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, why am I still here? THE CANDY IS A LIE…YOU are eating the lies from the enemy.

The next hit… drugs\alcohol will make me feel really good and I’ll escape whatever I need to escape…

The next bite …of food feels good and it will take away that emptiness…

The next embitterment…person is mean and biting and doesn’t understand me so I will fight with them because they need to apologize for misunderstanding me and me misunderstanding them.

The next gossip…the someone who did wrong needs to be told, because I can’t help but tell people all about the people who need to be brought to the light.

These are just some of the things the children of God are facing on a daily basis. There is a lure to stay in the trap of sin. There are so many examples in scripture of the ones who experienced God’s hand in their life, and people of today expect us as Christians that we will never fail, we might not fail in the way obvious fails are, but if your are not pursuing the God given dreams that He has implanted in you then you are not fulfilling what God has for you just like someone else that has fallen off the horse, so to speak.

We need to start the war of prayer and fall on our knees in repentance, instead of becoming lulled to sleep from complacency. That is our problem. We must start first acknowledging our own sins. Matthew 7:1, and then go to the war room and fight for our older generation, our own generation, our own children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. What will our legacy be that we will pass onto our children?

Isaiah 30:9-17 this talks about the rebellion of His lost children, children who know the fathers voice. “For these are rebellious people, deceitful children, children unwilling to listen to the Lords instruction.” Then at verse 18, this is where redemption, grace and mercy come in. “Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore He will rise up to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him!” 19 “People of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious He will be when you cry for help! As soon as He hears, He will answer you”. And on through verse 26.

There is hope…I am that prodigal child! I have come back, beat up and bruised, but whole. Healing continues daily and I praise God that He is who He is, gracious and merciful. I can’t wait to see more prodigals coming home! The only place that peace resides, even when the world is in turmoil.

Come home prodigals...

THIS SONG’S LYRICS, by Benny Hester.


Almighty God, The Great I am, Immovable Rock, Omnipotent powerful, Awesome Lord, Victorious Warrior, Commanding King of Kings, Mighty Conqueror, And the only time, the only time I ever saw Him run was when He ran to me, took me in His arms, held my head to His chest and said “ My son’s come home again” Looked in my face, wiped the tears from my eyes With forgiveness in His voice He said “Son, do you know I still love you?” It caught me by surprise when God ran, it dropped me to my knees when God ran.

The day I left home, I knew id broken His heart, I wondered if things would ever be the same. Then one night, I remembered His love for me and down that dusty road, ahead I could see It was the only time, the only time I ever saw Him run….

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