“I just have this gut feeling good isn’t going to win,” she tosses off breezily, over lunch, in a laissez faire, defeated before you try tone. Strangely, sounding a tinge almost proudly predictive. “We’re in for worse times.”
The friend across the table nods.
I can almost see those defeatist words written in the air. Close my eyes, breathe inwardly… Lord, help us declare your words of life. Thinking of how His heart must ache at how we, His own, so often pronounce…hopelessness. Do we even believe that He is listening? Waiting for us who love Him to humble ourselves and ask so that He can move the way He longs to – to heal our nation?
I feel like we’ve had this conversation before about other things. Illnesses. Jobs. An almost yeah, prayer is nice…but let’s be realistic form of non belief covered over with words of faith. Coupled with some personal judgments against others filed away under a label I really know not to be true… but can’t convince otherwise. Even so, I wonder…not judgmentally, just oh so hopefully — If you really believe that, are you praying?
“Prayer can change things,” I insist. I’m not really very political…but know prayer moves hearts more than anything.
Conversation ensues about how churches don’t seem to be organizing deep prayer… and… oh well. Generalizations… and I wonder, do we really know that? I mention how my church has a group praying…and how a well known ministry I know of is leading in 40 days of concentrated prayer.
“Yes,” they both agree, then instantly crush. “But I just don’t think enough are praying on the local level…”
“That’s why it’s so vital right now to pray God’s light,” I try again, thinking of one light against the darkness, how Abraham asked God if he would spare the land if there were limited righteous men… and how God wanted to, even if there were only one…
Mmmm…. They nod and I feel…slightly patronized. By those who truly do share my faith. But seem to take prayer… too lightly. To see that Ephesians sword of the Word as victory God yearns for us to wield in His Name authority. And to be careful with our words, to speak hope and all things possible with God, to understand the power God puts behind them.
I know their hearts. How they love Him. How they share Him, deeply, truly. We’d just been discussing a beautiful story of ministry that one had wondrous part in. So God-breathed.
Yet… O Lord, I pray, distancing myself from this conversation now. I feel hopeless sometimes about how we as Your people don’t seem to know Your heart for prayer.
Lift them up too… He nudges… and I do.
Lord, forgive us for our complacency and doubts in what You will really do through our prayers… Help us to recognize the powerful gift prayer is – to partner with You in lifting up need to you, because You put that prayer in us to move mountains that seem undefeatable…You mix our prayers with fire, hold them in bowls in heaven, to pour out at just the right moment! O the wonder of it! Fill us with that awe…
I turn to them again. “Since the debates are live, let’s not just watch and listen. Let’s be praying God’s Light to reign, His Spirit to lead in wisdom and words, right as they are in the midst of it,” I encourage… “I know God hasn’t given up on us…”
“Yes!” the friend across the table agrees.
“Well…we’ll see, I guess,” the other assents.
I feel the Holy Spirit burning within me… Lift me up and I will draw all men unto Me. I know there are many millions across the land who are praying, believing, seeking Him to turn a nation’s heart…expecting and counting His Word invincible…
Won’t you stand with me today?
Father, in Heaven, blessed be your name…
O let us each be one of those in believing prayer for our nation’s leaders even this night… and into each of our days…being doers of the Word, not just watchers.
Lifting up and declaring Your Light and holding close our expectancy that You want to move in restoration and WILL… Because you promise, if we do, You will hear from heaven and pour out Your healing and grace. Lead us to turn to You with all our hearts and to pray for your lead in all our ways, in the upcoming election, a land and a people living and governed after Your own heart.
© Pam Depoyan
I thought I’d share another bit of glory from my favorite songpainter today… tender and deeply heart-melting in a prayerful and God hold onto us way… but somehow in this moment in time, all the more so… From an American’s performance in Royal Albert Hall, I hope you will give this a listen all the way through…
It is especially moving to me to see how the British audience reacted to this beautiful medley as one with us…
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With: Multitudes on Monday counting blessings with this blogging community, thanking God for His beautiful promises, for the gift of prayer, for knowing He is pouring out His grace in each one we lift up…and nothing, nothing is too hard or impossible for Him!
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