Being Blown Away
I must admit that I tend to take prayer for granted. I don’t like admitting that, as I write about prayer every week, and truly and vocally believe in its power. Make no doubt about it, prayer is a powerful force - but I still take it for granted.
Sometimes, though, I am reminded of the beauty and power of prayer so strongly that I just can’t miss it. There have been a number of those moments overseas, for instance, as in talking to the members of the persecuted church they have told amazing stories of what our prayers have done on their behalf. I never cease to be blown away by those stories, and the passion that they have for prayer - our prayers for them, and just as real, their prayers for us.
But over the past couple of weeks, I have been blown away by a different kind of prayer. I say “different kind”; that’s not the right phrase, because it is certainly the same prayer to the same omnipotent God. But it’s prayer for a different purpose - your prayers for me.
I can’t tell you how many people have told me that they are praying for me as I study for the Bar. People I know well, people I hardly know, friends old and new, close and far - so many people have made sure that they lift me up before the throne of grace.
And that blows me away. It blows me away partly because I need those prayers so badly. This test scares me to death, and for good reason; it is no exaggeration to say that passing it is beyond me. It would be a minor miracle for a great God, of course, but the work of that great God nonetheless.
But it blows me away mostly just because your prayers are the greatest gift that I can imagine getting.
So thank you, more than I can say.