call it coincidence? I don’t think so…

What Do You Think?

Today I went to the prayer group at 05h45 at the church. I woke up late. I left late. I even considered not going at all because I was late, but the excitement I have had through this week, and maybe the fervent belief that the prayers of that small group will make a difference, pulled me there.

Today we walked from room to room praying for the circumstances illustrated there:
- a mock bedroom {pray for the sanctity of marriage, and against the destruction of adultery, for dads to be dads, moms to be moms},
- a mock kitchen {the question: what are you feeding yourself, with options like porn, hate, insults}
- wall marked ‘oneness’, the united prayer of christians that we put aside the petty differences, and stand united in oneness
- a mock teenage hang-out {words stand out on the walls: depression, anxiety, drugs, suicide; prayer for the return of hope}
- wall marked ‘our leaders’, with articles cut from daily newspapers. {prayer for wise decisions, and wholesome values}

Today Mel put us in a circle and asked if there were personal issues we wanted prayer for. I said I was given a first warning yesterday. I said plainly that I’m biploar & that I get confused with constant changing of jobs, the confusion leads to panic, and the panic to a down. Down leaves me bewildered and unable to focus. Out came the belief that I have something to contribute, the my skills are valid, that what I need is supportive understanding. I stated that I can do the job if left to work on one project until complete.

They prayed for me, this group of people who believe God can use their prayers to turn around this city, this nation, this continent, and also outward to the world.

A man then asked what I do. ‘A programmer’ I replied, ‘a computer programmer’. Another man next to him, in a group of only ten people, asked what language I program in. Hestitantly, because no-one has ever heard of Universe, I said ‘Pick, you probably haven’t heard of it.’. He replied ‘Universe is what my company does.’, to which I replied that I have worked in Universe and related database environments for 24 years!’.

He asked if I know of Globus, and my reply “I worked for First National Bank” for four years” said it all – Globus is a banking software solution. He then asked if I had something I could write his number on, then decided rather to give me a card. As he was giving it, he said ‘Send me your details. I mean it, really, send it to me today!’. Hoping that this man may know someone in the company that I may possibly have a chance, I glanced down at the card. It read ‘Chief Executive Officer’.

The amazing thing in this is that today is the first time he has come to the morning prayer meeting. Today. Today, the day I almost didn’t go, because I was late. Yesterday filled with deep dread. Today granted hope from a completely unexpected quarter – a stranger hears my request for prayer, and my anguished explanations, admitting my responsibility and in part the reasons – open, blatant, nothing hidden.

You alone are Worthy,
You alone are lovely,
To You alone I bow down!
You alone are lovely, to me

Isaiah 51:12
I, even I, am He who comforts you.
Who are you that you should be afraid
of mere man who will return to dust
Of the son of man who will be made like grass

Isaiah 51:16
And I have put my words into your mouth
I have covered you with the shadow of my hand;
that I may plant the heavens
lay down the foundation of the earth,
and say to Zion: You are my People!