When
Jesus enters He calls for prayer … Here
Comes Jesus!… turning over the tables.
Matthew
21:13 "It is written," he said to them, "’My house will be
called a house of prayer,’ but you are making it a ’den of robbers’."
Our
house should be a “house of prayer” but often it’s a house of confusion and
conformity. Confusion, because we allow the rush of the day to invade us to the
point where God is shoved out and we have no time to talk to God.
Conformity,
because we are conformed to the surroundings around us instead of drawing aside
to have some quiet time with God. But God wants us to be a people of prayer. Not
simple, surface prayers, but prayers that penetrate our own hearts and the
heart of God.
The
early African converts to Christianity were faithful to pray. Each one
reportedly had separate spots in the thicket where they poured out their hearts
to God. The several paths to these spots became distinctly marked; and when any
one began to decline in prayer time, it was soon apparent to others. They would
then kindly remind him, saying, “Brother, the grass grows on your path.”
What
about you? Does the grass grow on your path to God? For the Christian, prayer
should be one of the most natural things we do every day, every hour of the
day.
Phil.
4:6-7 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and
petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of
God, which all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ
Jesus.”
Karen
is the best minister’s wife…she is a prayer warrior. We pray as a family in the
morning and before we go to bed. Now Karen hears the fire whistle and she is
praying. I hear it a night and think, “Oh great, this is going to wake up the
children.” Then I hear Karen praying for the firefighters and those in need of
help. We are driving down the road and she sees a car on the side or an
accident and she starts to pray…She is lifting in intercession and she is
guarding the heart with prayer.
When
we pray… Here Comes Jesus!… turning over the tables.
You know I love ya, Don
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