There have, over the years, been many misconceptions spoken about my dearest friend the Holy Spirit, that He is not real and doesn’t exist. Until we cast aside all those erroneous words spoken about Him, we will never have the freedom and power that He has for us. So right here I am going to share just a tidbit about what I’ve learned about the Holy Spirit as we have walked together.
Jesus said I will send you another comforter, and He is indeed that. With His comforting, a sense of peace comes over all of us when needed. The promise of Christ, that he’ll never leave nor forsake you is fulfilled in the Holy Spirit who comes to live inside each of us. When we pray, He helps us to pray. When all we can do is weep, He will interpret our tears that are from the heart. His voice speaks within us, what to say, to do, and where to go. How? Listen to the spirit within.
He is my dearest friend, and I can do nothing without Him. He is my breath and heart beat. The things I’ve described are so few it would take a lifetime to try and tell all that He is, and more than I can fathom. So to all those in churchdom, who have said, “I don’t believe in the Holy Spirit,” do not know Christ and have never known Christ. Now is a good time to repent of those spoken words. I speak this out of love for all, but would be amiss to ignore the fire of the Spirit within.
I want to thank God for bringing these events back to the forefront of my memories. It all began in a church called Maranatha Fellowship, whose small beginning now is one of the largest in our city. A church that believed prayer was the answer to every need and that He is faithful to meet those needs. It’s where I began to seek God and His presence with all my heart, and He was faithful to meet me no matter the place or time.
As it was a growing church, there were many weeks and months where there wasn’t any room available to pray, Many times we went out back of the church to a small grassy area, taking small carpet remnant squares to kneel on, and to God’s glory there was never a complaint. When the weather turned colder, we were forced back inside where we eventually found the furnace room. This was a small room, and only three or four would fit in this room. Some of our greatest blessings with God came in this little room, and the lasting fellowship we made was there and now our being in different churches, our bond of love and caring is very strong even years later. What God started never ends and transcends all time and distance. The furnace room remains even with the lingering fire of our prayers still echoing in the walls of that room.
My only hope and prayer is that there are a few men that still band together praying fervently for the Holy Ghost revival so desperately needed in America today. I hope there is a fire of a praying spirit in the furnace room of your church. If not, then start one, and your church will be the richer for it. Be Blessed in Christ alone.
Prayer is a matter of recourse. It’s a natural happening that comes forth when we open our mouths to speak. Out of the heart flows a river of life, praise, blessings, healing or intercession. In response to the heart the mouth opens to declare the thoughts and intent of the heart. Lean not to our own understanding, less we waver. Walking by faith is the only way to please God. Every person of prayer is very unique. Each stream that flows through the spiritual man may flow differently in each of us, but as we look back up stream to the head waters, we see the Savior, and He is the artisan well that never runs dry. Make time to be holy, put on the whole armor of God daily and our princely robes signifying we are the children of God, adopted but joint heirs. These thoughts and deeds give us strength for spiritual warfare in prayer. Let us give our Lord our praise before all things, for our worship strengthens us and weakens our enemy. Unto God be glory for ever and ever.
Prayer is my life and yet for the life of me, I have no idea when, where or at what time prayer is going to be answered. I feel like I am still in the kindergarten school of prayer and never will graduate. I’ve had prayer answered before it got out of my mouth, and other times it seems like it takes forever.
Prevailing prayer to me is simply to keep praying until I get a witness in my heart by the Holy Ghost. There have been times I’ve been told that my prayer will not be answered and I’m crazy to pray that way. Impossible? No, nothing is impossible, and that is the reason I am writing this. Never give up! Throw the lies back in the devil’s face, and keep praying on and don’t look back. Keep praying until God gives an answer. Some things only happen by fasting and prayer. Keep standing until the answer comes, and you know God has prevailed on your behalf. Any answer God gives, either a yes or a no, give God His praise. Even when a no is given, many times it’s not a total denial, it’s just that the time is not right yet. Hold on to God, trust Him, and see that He always comes right on time.
I have to believe all Christians desire to know God, serve Him and pray to Him. All of these innocent desires have a need of one important ingredient, and that is the heart. Who can stand in His holy place? He that has clean hands and a pure heart. It takes a life- time of serving and practice. Is it worth it? Yes! Have I arrived? No. I’ve spent more than a few hours with the Lord over the years, and I don’t regret one moment we’ve spent together. I know I repeat myself, but one touch, one word from His lips, is worth it all. The sweetness of His presence, I can’t even describe. All this to say, it’s an issue of the heart. To love, forgive, repent, to have compassion, or to weep with someone is a good starting point to entering the life of prayer with Christ. The secret of the prayer life, is to pray in secret, and God will take care of the outward work. By His signs and wonders, He receives the glory, while we simply walk in His footprints. Be Blessed
When I was a small boy, I remember my daddy coming home and telling us that he gave his heart to Jesus. Every day after that, until the day he died, our home knew prayer every night together. When dad or mom said it was bed time, we would all kneel at the living room couch and pray together. That was my first altar, and thanks be to Jesus, it has not been my last. What- ever place I’m at, or church I’m in, there is an altar. If there isn’t one, I just bow my head and most of all my heart, and there I make it my altar.
The last several years, I see the altars disappearing from the churches, and that puts a deep sorrow in my heart. Even when there is an altar, not many avail themselves of this wooden treasure. Is there dust upon the altar? I hope not, and the tears that were shed at an old fashion altar, are they missing now? Altars and God- given tears must not pass away, for it is one of the life lines of the church.
One reason the altar is so dear to me, is when I had a vision of the altars filled with a great many souls, kneeling and crying out for salvation. I’ve kept that vision in my eyes and heart, for without a vision the people perish. I live and pray to see that day. Will you also take up the cause of Christ and believe for souls and an awakening of the church? Only believe and we can see the rising up of the church again.
I thank God that He made a doorway to heaven that prayers have access to go through. Taking prayer before God is a command, an honor, and a humbling experience. Prayer does not change God, but it changes me. The more I go to God in prayer, the more I desire to be in His presence. Without prayer nothing changes, but with prayer all things are possible. God’s word says, “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
His word, when obeyed, is the instrument in our mouth. When it is loosed it opens heaven’s power to do what we can’t, the impossible. All this hinges on “can we?” Will we humble ourselves, seek His face, turn from our wicked ways? Only then will God lean down and listen, forgive our sin and heal our land.
How do we pray? Can we hear the crying, see the hungry, touch the sick? This is a good place to start praying. Can we look at our churches that are half empty, and see some closing their doors, and not have a burning fire in our hearts to cry out. Choose to live at Jesus feet. When our tears touch His feet, His heart will answer our need, but it’s by prayer alone.