This morning I am so convicted.
Have I prayed as I should for my family? For my nation?
Have I cried over our sin? Have I come to my Lord with passion, crying out for my neighbors? When have I remembered my friends?
Recently we have had a friend's son-in-law hit by the war - literally. I can't relate all of what has gone on...read it on his wife's blog.... Amazing stuff. She is a very good communicator, but gutsy in sharing her heart. Her fears.
Many have posted comments following her post. I find myself agreeing in prayer with the writers.
And getting a great big sense of the power of this thing called prayer.
And getting convicted.
I pray. Don't get me wrong, but as I speak those words that are powerful in and of themselves, is my heart attached? Am I just speaking? Or am I connecting with the Power of the Ages. Jesus, the One Christ. Jesus, our Savior, but Jesus, the Resurrection Power.
As I draw close to my God, He draws close to me. And the angels bring every prayer offered for this family. As We (Him and me!) pray, there is a power released that surpasses all understanding.
Burn out the dross, Lord. Burn in me the passion to pray for all. I bring me to the cross. Crucify my flesh - the me. "Create in me a clean heart Oh God."
That my prayers may be effectual, fervent, and availing much. (James 5:16)