make this your common practice: confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you can live together whole and healed. The prayer of a person living right with God is something powerful to be reckoned with.
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James wrote it. He’d been around his older half-brother enough to know He wasn’t just the blowhard everyone said. Quite the opposite: James lived long enough to watch what happened when Joe and Jonelle Normal got serious about praying for one another.
Several years ago I personally contacted a few of you 2nd Cuppers to join with me in a select group of men and women – Spirit Warriors – known as Wounded Healers.
You know who you are. At the time I told you the reason I approached you is that you’ve faced Death through hideous, aggressive disease, trauma or freak accident. Through believing prayer, yours and those in your orbit whose praying you trusted, God chose to heal you.
Each of you have heard the Voice of the Master:
“Do you want to be healed?”
Each of you answered:
“I do.”
By His own choice of means, you were.
You know.
I have an acquaintance who stands in need of our concentrated praying. He is a man of steady faith in God whose ministry for long years has been to offer humor and some thoughtful spiritual encouragement every day into the lives of all who read after him.
No one reading his online fun and observations would – could – have known disease was hawking his footsteps. He never let on. Never complained. Once in a great while he’d miss a day, but always deflect it as a typo or forgetfulness or something. “My fault. Sorry, everyone. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
This morning, Wounded Healer friends, it’s his turn. He needs our concentrated praying that God will enable and give wisdom to those caring for him so he can have home dialysis. He is in enough pain that he’s taking the rest of the week away from brightening everyone else’s day.
I didn’t ask him for permission to identify him. Knowing his style, he’d probably have refused.
Call him ‘Mike’. Join me in praying for him every morning. And drop me a comment here that you’re doing so.
There’s power in this thing, brother and sister.
Unlimited, unimaginable, uncontrollable and uncontestable POWER, because as you and I recall our own healing, we stand together in personal faith – in the certain knowledge and assurance:
GOD. CAN. DO. ANYTHING!
For ‘Mike’, leave it all in God’s hands: timing, means, everything. Just be there for a brother who’s been there so often for others.
I love you and love being one of you. Because we’re scattered here and there, we rarely see one another. Consider this a verbal hug from my heart to yours. As soon as I hear something I’ll pass the word along.
Thank you for joining with me.
You know who you are.
Thank you.
Dan