Last week after the service an Indian couple sitting behind me were talking after the service, and I was eavesdropping.
“I’m going forward for prayer.” said the man.
“For healing?” said the woman with him.
And off he went.
I was impressed with both of their faith in the power of prayer, something I’ve been having my doubts with lately, prayer.
Driving home I thought to myself ”man, I wish I believed in prayer like those two people.” I see all these bumper stickers “prayer is power”, they believe it, why can’t I?
Fast forward to this week. I’ve been tearing through Tozer’s The Pursuit of God, and have been applying that to my own life, my own pursuit.
One of the chapters talks about laying down your “self”. I’m a pretty proud person and that’s hard. I thought I could really use some help with that, I could really use some prayer on that.
So this week I vowed to go forward after the service, something I haven’t done since I was probably 8 years old, I know, I suck.
After the service was done people went filing out, talking about football, food, kids, anything but prayer. I gave a glance from the back of the room and couldn’t spot a pastor. “Sweet, I can just leave.”
But then I spotted one, standing alone.
My feet felt like concrete blocks but I went forward. I told the pastor I needed some prayer. “Prayer for what?” “I don’t know, my pursuit of God in 2011.”
The pastor prayed a very beautiful, sincere prayer on my behalf. A bright light didn’t shine on me but I did feel like I did the right thing, the thing I needed, prayer.
I left feeling about the same as I did going in to church. I’m still somewhat skeptic, but the prayer was made.
Now the question is will it make any difference?


















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