This past Wednesday, at roughly the same moment as the Charlestown S.C. shootings, we ended our time of worship in prayer. More specifically, the brother who was leading our time of prayer, was thanking God for the ability to gather safely.
That prayer has been weighing heavily on my heart ever since. There's this feeling of personal connection even though we're miles away and related only in our faith. I'm not sure exactly where it stems from, only that it exists and continues hovering about.
As I'm preparing to speak this week on hearing God, my mind wanders in and around the vines of prayer. I haven't spoken to my friend yet, but plan to this week. I'm interested in what might have been happening within him at the time he felt the spirit (if it was the spirit?) move him to speak such words.
Knowing how all things are connected, knowing how we sometimes can sense a deeper connection, knowing that we always have the invitation to be nearer to Him, were there cries, whispers, or just a still voice that vibrated through our worship that night?
I won't pretend to be able to discern that, but I will share that I'm not closing my mind to it. My understanding always has, and will continue, to fall short of His miraculous ways. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding." (Proverbs 3:5 ESV) Knowing my limitations can sometimes be quite freeing ...and yet sometimes quite frustrating.
My quest for a prayerful life, and the passion to share it with others, continues hourly, daily and weekly. As I dig into our recognized senses, and their ability to grow our relationship with God, I'm humbly reminded how delicate and unsure our tomorrows are.
While those suffering from the violence and hatred in the world continue to search for healing, we all have the opportunity to search for answers in love.
"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:7 ESV)
Pray on,
Eddy
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