Sitting in my easy chair last night, I had finished reading a chapter in the book of James, in God’s holy bible. I then was in the process of hearing Kenneth Hagin on You Tube teaching from the bible. Something he said jarred my memory of an event that took place many years ago. A young man came to me in church about his two choices in college and asked that I would pray which career to pursue, and if I got an answer from God, to let him know what it was. After a moment I told this young man that I would ask God to reveal to him what path to follow.Why tell the story now after so many years? When God jars your memory, the happening may have been yesterday or forty years ago, and with the anointing a word can still be a message for today.
It happens too many times that we are to quick to give advice to others, and many times it spells disaster and injures another person’s spirit. We need to ask God for wisdom, and gain understanding when to speak and when not to. Be blessed as you pray.
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.
Lord, you know I love music and to hear the name of Jesus, there is no sweeter sound. The greatest place I desire is the place of prayer. You renew my spirit, you cleanse my mind, and your love overwhelms my heart. Take me as I am, just take me to the secret place of prayer and hold me fast. Teach me every avenue of prayer, that my prayers in and through the Holy Spirit will be effectual for your glory. Father, we must reach the people. Wickedness abounds and time is short. Above all prayers and the workings of all the gifts, flood my heart, soul, and mind with the love of God. Above all these, the love of God conquers all, and love never fails. As I open the treasure chest you have given me to use every day, let love be on top, for it shall remind me of your love for me that took you to the cross.
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.
He is always there in our usual place, patiently waiting to take our walk together. Walking slowly, I wait to see if He wants to talk or just enjoy the silence. Stay close to Him so you may hear His voice. God is not on any time schedule, just enjoy His presence and let your relationship build on trust. Are you willing to take just a little walk with my Lord? He really enjoys these walks, maybe more then we do. Until our next appointed time, be blessed.
Two nights ago I stepped into the shower, and like most people, I do my best singing in the shower. I had just finished singing a little phrase to a song and began to pray for people all over the world. “Lord, give me my people and set them free.”
The pure love of God overwhelmed me and the realization hit me so hard, all I could cry out was, “I really do love all these people.” Sometimes we say we love everyone, but when God’s love hits us head on, that, my friends is when it becomes a life changer. It humbled me so greatly, all I could do was weep over my lack of love for these wonderful brothers and sisters of this world. I told God I was sorry and asked His forgiveness for my lack of love. Since God touched me, there has been a sweet release of God’s love and purpose, and with the help of the Holy Spirit, I believe greater results will come upon you by God’s grace working in and through these prayers. My life won’t be the same and neither will yours, as God works in both our lives. Be blessed and where the Spirit is there is liberty.
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.