It didn’t surprise me that you asked my advice during our final meeting. You’re teachable, which I pray you never lose. While I mulled your question, I looked into your eyes. Some call them windows, and if so then God has used a squeegee on yours. I saw nothing but clarity, nothing but expectation and…
Tag: Prayer
A Table Set Only for Two
Spiritual lessons are learned through setbacks, heart breaks and failings; a heavy toll paid to create a conviction, and lived out by the grace of God. Here’s one I can’t get out of my system. “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…” Jesus invites me to sit down with Him…
Can You Sit Still?
Can you sit still, just an hour or so? Will you find in your calendar minutes for me, squeezed from seeming nothing? Not time for time sake, or to appease conscience, but time for love to sit and relish in the company of companions. I want to help you prove to yourself that you can…
How to Pray for This Generation
David Livingstone died much the way he lived, in prayer by his bedside. He had cut a ‘gospel road’ through the interior of Africa, and forged alliances that ultimately lead to the abolition of slavery. So beloved was he that nations fought over his body. Britain wanted it returned for a proper ceremony, but the…
Wives…Pray!
If you’re a wife, keep praying for your husband! They are under spiritual attack, and you don’t even know the half of it. If your husband has any spiritual pluck, any over- sight of building any part of the wall of God’s kingdom, then he’s hard pressed, working with one hand, and holding a weapon…
Your Best Single Hour
It was a prayer gathering in Sacramento, early 90’s. The room was filled with saints crying out to God, a rhythmic cadence of confession and proclamation. Pretty sweet. Then from the center of the room a man stood up, reached his arms to the roof and prayed. A hush fell over the crowd. “Oh God,”…
The Invitation
In the book I’m currently reading, “Hearing from God,” Dallas Willard quotes part of the hymn ‘In the Garden.’ He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. ‘Tarry there….’ When I read…
To Sir, with love 