Come Alive!
Remembering Who We Are There is a moment in Lauren Daigle’s Come Alive that really gets me every time. It’s the line where the enemy whispers lies and leads the prodigals off as slaves.... one by one. No one marches into chains with eyes wide open. People drift. They follow voices that promise relief, freedom, belonging, or safety. They wake up far from home, burdened by weights they never expected, their hearts hollowed out. When that line hits, I see Ezekiel’s valley. I see bones scattered across a barren field, bleached white by endless sun, with no trace of the lives they once held. These aren’t rebels shaking fists at God. They’re prodigals who have forgotten who they are “Our bones are dried up, our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.” The words echo like a final breath, despair so deep it erases memory. I feel it in my chest, this ache for a people who once breathed as God’s people and now lie reduced to dust, their identity worn away by tim...