my silly-not-thought-out prayer….or what happened at the 4th PFW.
Do I tell you what happened at Prayer~Fast~Worship…. or do I tell you what happened the next morning?
(fingers hovering over a keyboard)
He was there.
I wish you were too. I wish you could have seen both.
I said things I shouldn’t have in the first forty-five minutes, to Him, on that Saturday night. Or perhaps He is so good…and He is…He was happy to prove it all.
I asked for something:
to show me it was worth it in this small church. I asked Him if He wanted this here…or was it just my desire. (And I knew better). Was our gathering-all-that-He-has-for-us, doing much of anything in this place for these people. I should have known better…He gave me that vision. I knew what it was going to look like….even more what it will look like. But in those moments before we really enter into His intimate presence there are moments when we say silly things. I needed to know if it was what He still wanted….wanted to continue.
But then as He moved the veil away and our Saturday night entered into His presence I forgot all about my haphazard prayer…but He hears it all, even the silent wayward prayer.
He answered my silly-not-thought-out prayer…and it is all worth it.
He answered it loud…and an entire church was overwhelmed….with breakthrough…with renewal or revival… but breakthrough, nonetheless.
Because that is part of this becoming intimate with Him…this asking for the desires He put in your heart…and then receiving them…and Worshiping Him for His Faithfulness.
The Sunday service was wrecked…in a good way… I wish you were there to see how God made sure no one (me) could argue it is all worth it….and I really wish you had been there, to see it start from scratch
I mean…didn’t He tell me what “silence” was way back at the beach….and then you remember what happened!
I wish you could have seen the pastor step away from the business of church and step into the business of taking people into the presence of Him as he told them all, “We can do the sermon next week”
A day meant to be covered in thunderstorms cracked wide open and blue skies and lush green fields broke through with no explanation.
I wish you could have seen the single father with the tear drop tattoos and the always perfectly pressed dress shirt ,which hides his all consuming arm tattoos….wipe real tears from his cheeks as his little wiggly boys go to the front to lift hands in praise.
I wish you could have heard the testimony of the woman just back from Haiti tell the story of how the voodoo leaders in there believe Jesus dies again every year and they chant all night to keep Him in the grave…and how she felt so good to hear the little chapel in Haiti sing an allulia chorus on a Sunday morning with the doors kicked open so all could hear His praises.
I wish you could have heard the little old lady yelp like a basket woman from a Charleton Heston movie, “Open the windows…get the doors”…as the building could not hold the praises of His people anymore.
I wish you could have seen the mothers with heavy toddlers and babies in arms sway with one hand raised to bring their handful closer to Him.
To see the men trying to hold strong with twitchy jaw muscles and lots of blinking
I wish you could have looked around and witnessed the tear stained smiling faces.
I wish you could have seen how people who have never had this happen to them just went with it…because it was all Him.
I wish you could hear it… but more then anything I wish you were part of it.
I am embarrassed about my silly little prayer on Saturday night… because once I was in His presence my prayers were bold and I could feel Him and we stood in His midst…and that was Amazing!
And I tell you now so you don’t think this is some perfectly carried out plan by me…I would have messed it up by now if it was mine…but can I tell you what it is to work with Him…to say “Yes, I am willing!”
What can I do to help you do this where you are right now?
Your list of thanks will be never-ending.
How do I tell you all about it….when He takes the dry and He lights them on fire?
(and just so I don’t loose this which was given to me recently: KrisVallotton.)