We have gone way beyond looking ridiculous as we stand at the threshold of the promised land continuing to cry out, "Oh Lord give us the heart to enter in. Give us the courage to rout the Giants and take the land that you have long since purchased for us."

Indeed, how long will we remain standing in leaden boots, before the curtain is pulled back? Before we shrink under the scorn of our own conscience and the watching eyes of the cloud of witnesses around the throne of God?

Afar off we see the angelic hosts and fall down - compelled to confess that behind our earnest declarations and public confessions, beneath all appearances hides a heart that does not wish to enter the promises of God at the cost required to do so.

Are we not there and then ready to look up and cry,

Breathe, O Lord, on my weak and timid heart.
Pour water into my parched soul; fresh oil on my face.
One gaze from You will lift this coward to his feet, one touch will brighten his eyes.
On my own I never could, but I come now, only because You beckon.
You're in my next and every step, and in Your light I see.