Leaving tonight for Cincinnati to attend The Call has got me to thinking about my prayer life. The whole purpose of the 'event' (for lack of a better word) is to intercede on the nation's behalf; for a community of believers to gather and pray in one accord for the lost. I know what God is burdening my heart to pray for. And for whom. It's an overwhelming sense of sorrow that I can't shake. It's almost like I don't know where to begin. With so much sin and brokenness there's got to be reconciliation. It begins with us and ends with Jesus. He's the period at the end of the sentence. I'm very anxious, in a good way, to get there and see God move. If He moves when it's just a few of us together praying...what an amazing time it will be to be surrounded by a few thousand people with one purpose in mind! I'll post about the experience when we come back.
II Chron. 7:13
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.
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