Grace in the Mundane
Ordinary Life – Amazing God
Do Our Prayers Matter?
Last night after work, I joined a group of about 30 people from our church who went to pray for one of our members. William Kinley was diagnoised with cancer about six months ago. If anyone has the faith to believe God can heal him, I believe it is William.
William has been a part of Celebrate Recovery since CR began at our church. I can say that, without breaking any CR confidentiality rules, because William is proud to be a part of CR. He has used struggles in his own life to help others recover. In fact William has dedicated alot of his time and energy pouring into men and their recovery.
As we met, I was so excited to see cars keep pulling up, with men, women, and kids getting out. God says in Matthew 18:20 KJ, “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” I like the KJ version, I like that it says there am I in the midst of them.
I have no doubt that as this group gathered to pray for William and Betty, that God was in the midst. I listened to men thank God for the impact William had in their lives. I listened to so many pray for strength, comfort, and healing for this husband and wife.
I know that many of these people are praying daily for William, and I know William knows that also. There was just something about a group of people standing with this family outside their home, on their drive praying.
I have no doubt that those prayers were a source of strength and renewing for William and Betty. However, they were also a source of strength and community for each person gathered there. I hope also that those prayers were a curiosity for neighbors, as we walked up I saw people looking out their doors. I pray that William’s neighbors stop and ask him what was going on. William won’t miss the chance to brag on His God.
I know William believes God has the power to heal him. I have prayed for so many who have had cancer. I prayed for an Aunt whom I was sure would be healed, yet God had a different plan. Just a few years later I prayed for her husband, my Uncle, whom based on the stage of the cancer when it was discovered, I had little hope. Yet, God healed him which I believe was a miracle.
When we pray, we have to not only believe God can, but that he will. If Brett says he loves me, but I don’t have enough trust to believe him, it doesn’t really mean anything. If I know God can heal, but I don’t believe that he will, then my prayers don’t really mean alot.
God may my prayers be prayers of believe. William, thank you for being an example of that.
Grace in the Mundane 