In His Hands Again
I don't know why it continues to surprise me but Prayer Gathering always moves me so. It has become the highlight of my week. Unlike almost anything else in a big church it is so unstructured and unprogrammed, yet it is so powerful - a breath of fresh air. People come, we sing, testify, and pray, God is there, that's it! But somehow each night is unique and I come away thinking “Wow, that was something!“ It maybe the people too. Sometimes I feel like I sneaked into a house church in China. Everybody that is there is hungry to be there- to meet God. That changes everything.
Tonight Patti prayed. She is a new Christian (weeks old). She interceded (she wouldn't use that word) for a friend that was abused by some pushers this week. Already God is making her into a prayer warrior. She doesn't have a bible college degree. She is not an elder or a bible school teacher but her prayer has the Spirit all over it. Maybe that's it why so refreshing. You don't have to be a pro to talk to God...just broken. When I look around the room...we are all broken, every one of us. Someone prayed tonight, “We are all in crisis for one reason or another.” It's so true. We all need Him every day, every hour, every minute. “Everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved.“ It has been an especially rough week for several reasons. What a joy to just place it all in His hands again.
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