Hello everyone! Hope you had a great weekend. I was really busy last week with TeenPact, so I wasn’t able to post. Just a quick note- TeenPact is awesome. I recommend it to everyone. And one piece of advice: you will get out of it what you put into it.
I’ve been learning a new piece on piano recently titled “Morning Prayer” by Brad Jacobsen. It’s a combination of the hymns “Sweet Hour of Prayer” and “Did You Think to Pray.” If you have a moment, look it up. It’s a beautiful arrangement, and to me truly captures the “sweetness” and beauty of prayer. It took on a whole new meaning today.
One of the leading men in our church had a seizure on Sunday and it was discovered today that he has a brain tumor. Now, this isn’t some luke-warm Christians. This is one of the Godliest (if not the Godliest) men in our church. And out of nowhere, he is diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Yesterday, our church spent the majority of the service praying fervently for this man and other things in our church. It was a sweet hour of prayer. It brought our whole church to its knees, focused on our complete dependence and faith in God. We were praying out loud and quietly. There were short prayers and there were long ones. And through it all, it brought us closer as a church through Christ, and it brought us closer to Him.
Today, my mom and I went by the hospital to see this man and his family. After a couple hours, many people had filled his hospital room. We gathered around him and laid hands on him. And we prayed. And we prayed. All of us in the room were pouring our souls out and crying to Jesus. There was a little sadness, but throughout it all, one thing shocked me.
This man, who had just been diagnosed with cancer, was leading our prayer for him! He was not defeated, as would be expected. He was not fearful, when many would be afraid. Mr. Myers, lying in his hospital bed, was expressing his complete faith and trust in God as the author and finisher of his faith. He repeated over and over again how he had run the race, and that no matter what the outcome was, he wanted to finish well. He might be dying, yet he was focused on finishing well.
And to close it out, we sang the Doxology. We sang it in a hospital room for everyone to hear. We are not ashamed, we are not afraid, and our faith is in Christ. It was a sweet hour of prayer.