Fellowship and Prayer

This past Friday night, my friend Meredith, my sister Kristen and I attended a prayer meeting. The specific prayer time focused on Muslims around the world during ramadan. On our way to north dallas, I was beginning to feel a little un-easy. I don't have a heart for Muslims; they aren't a people group I'm passionate about and I don't know much about them. Plus, many times I believe the lie Satan feeds me that my prayers are inadequate and insufficient. We arrived late to Bethany's, and walked in on the group already deep in prayer. Feeling even more uncomfortable at this, I quietly made my way through the room, sat down and started talking to God. My plea, was that my heart would be engaged and not down cast and that I would not allow myself to be distracted during this time.

After Matt ended his prayer, we introduced ourselves to the group. There was a total of 9 people in the room, including the 3 of us. Matt, his wife Tabbitha and their 5 week old daughter Abigail. Bethany, John Mark, and Jared. We briefly talked about ourselves, and then Jared brought us back on track. Praying with people I do not know is something I'm learning to become comfortable with, but I'm not there yet, so my plan was to listen to everyone's prayers and keep my thoughts between me and God. I tried not to panic when Jared handed me a pamphlet on praying around the world for Muslims during ramadan, and said we were all going to pray for a specific country. As the prayed I would remain calm and when my turn came around, I found myself speaking from my heart. It was a very powerful experience, I don't know where the words came from, but they just flowed out.

During our fellowship time, Kristen, Meredith and I mentioned that we would like to empower the younger generation of our church to reach out to the community and to become involved in church life, but how we were struggling with getting the older generation to support us in that effort. There are so many ministry opportunities around the DFW area, we just need to find the place where God wants us. The group covered the 3 of us in prayer and I walked away from the night feeling as if I could conquer the world.

As the prayer night ended and we talked I was reminded that when I pray, I need to pray with confidence; I need to expect things to happen when I pray. I so often forget what a powerful tool prayer is. Christ tore the veil the separated us from God when he died on the cross, giving us full access to God's ear. Why do I doubt? I know the answer to that question, but I don't want to accept it, and I don't have to. There is no reason to doubt, no reason to prayer without confidence. I serve a mighty God who can accomplish whatever I ask of Him.

I was also reminded that it doesn't matter if I have a heart for Muslims or not. The Lord calls me to prayer for those who do not know him. That's part of being a member of the body of Christ. It's supporting my sister in her passions and empowering her. It's being connected to a new group of people who I'm instantly drawn to because we're part of Christ's family. God wants my heart to break with the things that break His heart, so whether or not I'm passionate about Muslims, I both can and need to pray for them. It's a lesson I learned that I hope to never forget.