Valley Of Dry Bones

THE VALLEY OF DRY BONES ISN’T “SYMBOLIC”—IT’S GOD’S WARNING TO DEAD CHURCHES

Ezekiel didn’t walk into a peaceful desert. He was carried by the Spirit into a graveyard without graves—a valley filled with bones, “very many,” and “very dry.” Not fresh. Not recent. Not tragic but recoverable. Dry means time had already done its work. Hope had already evaporated. This wasn’t a crisis. This was a verdict. And God asked the question that exposes every generation: “Son of man, can these bones live?” (Ezekiel 37:1–3).

Most people read the Valley of Dry Bones like it’s a motivational poster. “God can bring your dreams back.” “God can revive your purpose.” But that’s not what the text is doing first. The valley is a mirror. It’s God dragging His prophet into the true condition of His people when they’ve been crushed, scattered, and spiritually emptied. Israel had already said it out loud: “Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are indeed cut off.” (Ezekiel 37:11). That’s not therapy language. That’s spiritual death language.

And here’s what should shake modern Christianity: the bones represent God’s covenant people, not pagans. The valley isn’t “the world.” It’s what happens when God’s people lose the fear of God, lose hope, and reduce faith to survival. It’s what happens when religion keeps the rituals but the Spirit leaves the room. You can have structure and still be dead. You can have sermons and still be dry. You can have crowds and still be bones.

Then God does something that destroys the “self-help gospel.” He doesn’t tell Ezekiel to gather the bones himself. He doesn’t tell him to strategize, brand, repackage, or make it more “relevant.” God tells the prophet to preach to the bones. Preach to what can’t respond. Preach to what has no pulse. Preach to what cannot applaud you, follow you, or validate you. “Prophesy over these bones, and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.” (Ezekiel 37:4). In other words: the Word comes first. Not emotion. Not vibe. Not music. Not momentum. The Word.

And something happens that should terrify every person who thinks God is obligated to bless whatever they call “church.” There is movement. There is noise. There is assembling. Bone to bone. Sinews. Flesh. Skin. It looks alive. It looks impressive. It looks like a revival.

But it still isn’t living.

Because Ezekiel says the part many Christians forget: “there was no breath in them.” (Ezekiel 37:8). Do you see it? You can build a body without a life. You can have form without breath. You can have a congregation without the Spirit. You can have Christianity without Christ. And if you don’t think that happens, you haven’t been paying attention.

So God commands again. Not “try harder.” Not “be positive.” He commands breath. He commands Spirit. “Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe on these slain, that they may live.” (Ezekiel 37:9). The living God does what no human effort can do: He raises an army from a valley of death. Not a motivational crowd. An army. Because resurrection isn’t meant to produce fans—it produces witnesses. It produces people who have seen what death really is and refuse to pretend.

This is where the passage becomes a warning shot to America and the West. We have more Bibles than any generation. More podcasts. More worship albums. More conferences. More Christian merch. And yet the fruit is often thin: less holiness, less repentance, less fear of God, more compromise, more addiction, more cowardice, more worship of comfort. If Ezekiel walked into many churches today, he’d recognize the building—but he might not recognize the breath.

The Valley of Dry Bones is not God telling you to “believe in yourself.” It’s God proving that He is the only one who can resurrect what we’ve allowed to die. It’s God saying: your nation, your family, your faith, and your church cannot be sustained by sentiment. Only the Spirit gives life. And the Spirit is not a mascot for your plans—He is the breath of the Holy God.

If you’re offended by this story, it might be because you’ve made peace with dryness. You’ve learned to live with dead prayer. Dead awe. Dead conviction. Dead obedience. You’ve called it “maturity.” God calls it bones.

But here is the hope that punches through the horror: God goes into valleys. God speaks into death. God resurrects what is beyond human repair. Not for your comfort, but for His glory. Not to make you safe, but to make you alive.

So the real question isn’t whether the bones can live. The real question is whether you’re willing to admit you’ve been dry—and whether you’ll stop settling for a form of godliness without power. Because God is still asking His people the same question, and He’s still giving the same answer: My Spirit. My Word. My life.

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