“I also tell you this: If two of you agree here on earth concerning anything you ask, my Father in heaven will do it for you. For wherever two or three are gathered as my followers, I am there among them.” Matthew 18:19-20
Every Wednesday and Sunday morning there they are. The rally cry of God’s Word has been given. And he calls for them. Prayer partners. Or as I like to call them, Prayer Warriors. He calls the prayer troop to the front of the church. Old and young. In plain clothes, suits, and dresses. Long hair and short hair. Passionate purveyors of the praying power of touch.
They line up to be a part of our requests to God for His strength, His power, His healing, and His direction. Requests for marriages, family, friends, health, bills, fear, and all the things that life can bring. A heaviness they want to share in and turn over to our heavenly Father.
And then the Pastor calls to us. Those of us who are eager, hesitant, heartbroken and on the edge of giving up. To just come. Someone cares. They care. God cares.
And maybe you just want what they have. Hope. You just want to touch someone who has it. Someone who stands on the battlefield, someone who is already declaring victory over your circumstance.
And you do it. You let that tug on your heart from the Holy Spirit guide you down the aisle. Directing you to earthly hands that want to stand and agree in accordance with the will of God for you.
And with a welcoming smile they ask you your name. You’re no longer strangers. You’re now a part of this troop who knows the praying power of touch. You join hands. And they share in the hope and promise of your request. They stand united with you in speaking to God. And God blesses what you have placed in His hands.
He honors the connection, and the power.
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