Last night was the kick-off for a new program that involves the whole congregation. I have to admit, I'm not a fan of the "program," which will remain nameless, in case you are doing the same thing at your church. In fact, I only went to the introduction meeting because they served donuts--just tryin' to keep it real here.
I was already praying with a group of people twice a month (which you may recall was the subject of one of my less-than-enthusiastic posts) and since I wasn't dealing very well with the pressure to participate, (I'm the girl that cain't say no) I elected to be part of the prayer team.
Sixty-five dedicated servants showed up on a Monday night to be a part of this effort. Mind you...our church is small...little...teeny tiny. We had all seen each other just the day before, but it was obvious how happy we were to see each other again.
After we shared a meal, seven of us went to our designated room to pray. And pray we did. All of us. Four men and three women. For an hour and a half. We prayed individually for people that are struggling with health issues, emotional issues and spiritual issues. We prayed for our shut-ins, for new members, for visitors. Maybe we prayed for you. And God showed me that He can change minds and hearts without me having to say a word.