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Types of Prayer

  • The following prayers were written a good number of years ago in my worship journal while living in another country during an ugly conflict among the members of the church we attended.
 
Here are four types of prayer I used.
 
Praying Scripture:
 
1. I woke up several times in the night and found you there, Lord, leading me to pray for our church, using Psalm 86:1,16-17.
 
“We are poor and needy, Lord, hear us, have mercy on us, help us to lift our souls to you, to trust you. I cry out to you in the day of trouble that you will save us. I pray that you will grant us a token for good that those who hate you may see it and be ashamed.”
 
2. Praying God’s will:
 
“Bring revival, bring great conviction of sin, a vision of your holiness, a grasp of how much we have undeservedly been forgiven. Lord, only you can do this, I cry out to you for a working of power, a defeat of the enemy, a powerful overcoming of his plans and tactics with your great wisdom, power and love.”
 
3. Praying for the right motive:
 
“Shine on us, expose sin, bring repentance, deal with pride, clean house that this church may become again a beacon for you. I ask that you answer in power for the sake of your name, for the sake of your glory, for the sake of more worship in eternity.”
 
4. Praying in line with God’s character:
 
“Answer out of your great love, your mercy and grace. Sweep in in strength, transform in power, tear down in wisdom and build up in grace. I praise you now for what you will do. Work especially in the leadership, Lord, and bring to pass what will glorify your name.”
 
Epilogue: God did answer, although much more slowly than I wanted. He answered thoroughly, and carefully as far as all of us were willing to change. And years later, the church is doing well. He is faithful to His Word, and praying it is how we join Him in what He is doing.
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Faith or Feelings?

 
“Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me….Then will I go to the altar of God, to God, my joy and my delight.”
Psalm 43:3a,4
 
Dawn comes and I awake to have my time with God. But there is no freshness, He seems far away. What is wrong? Is it sin? (I confess all the Spirit brings to mind.) Work overload? Tiredness? Probably some of each, but mainly it is my feelings.
 
Emotions are definitely the least reliable part of my being. When I allow them to rule, I end up feeling like this fellow here in the picture: out of touch with reality and at the mercy of whatever wind might blow.
 
To combat these negative feelings, I need to keep an ear open to the Spirit’s conviction and guidance, and to press on with what is right: worshiping, confessing, reading, praying, trusting that God is near as He promised.
 
This is a chance to live by faith, to believe God’s Word when I have no inner confirmation. It’s a chance to be weak, to live by faith, to praise Him for what I don’t like (feeling far away) and to go again to Scripture to remind myself of Truth.
Psalm 43:2 expresses my feelings well: “Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?” Then verse 3 gives me a good prayer to combat this: “Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me, let them bring me to your holy mountain, the place where you dwell.” God’s Word gives light, and I can affirm by faith that I am with Him who is “my joy and my delight, and I praise you, O God, my God.”
 
The advice in the last verse of Psalm 43 speaks strongly to me, “Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.” He is at work and is carrying me along whether I sense it or not! He will work all out, so I can praise Him ahead of time for and in all.
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All this brings to mind that beloved saying, “Knowing Jesus is enough for joy.” This is a chance for me to live it willfully by faith!
 
Prayer: “Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to believe and trust you when my feelings tell me the opposite. Help me to think Truth, to act on Truth, to praise according to Truth today. Amen.”

More Autobio

More Autobiio
 
During the summer of 1980 Nat woke up every morning with the call to prayer, which came before 5 am, so I was up with him. It did help me get some more time in with the Lord, and I tried to look at it as an opportunity.
 
However, the combination of lack of sleep from all the bombs, the ongoing adjustment to culture, the surrounding violence and the pressures of language study made us more weary by the day.
 
I saw how tired I was when one night Barbara asked me to fill the diaper-laden washing machine with water. This wringer washer came with the apartment and was much better than having none, but had its interesting points.
 
We had to put water in it with a hose, and to complete a load required running all the clothes through the wringer twice, once after washing and again after rinsing. I would tape my Turkish word lists on the wall and work on them while running the many diapers through the wringer.
 
That evening I put the water hose into the washer, turned it on and watched carefully until it reached the proper level. Then I went to bed and fell asleep immediately.
 
After a while Barbara nudged me. “Hmph?” I mumbled groggily.
“Do you hear water running?” she asked.
 
“I’ll go check,” I said. I swung my feet out of bed and stepped into an inch of water! Then it hit me that I’d brought the water level in the washing machine to the right point, but failed to shut the faucet off! Now this whole end of our apartment was flooded and the rug in the bedroom was soaked.
 
We leaped out of bed and began to clean things up. I wanted to hang the soaking wet rug over the railing on our balcony, but fortunately Barbara first looked over the edge and saw the glow of our landlord’s cigarette as he sat in the dark on his balcony below us. We spread the rug out elsewhere to dry.
 
The next day Barbara found Nat lying on his stomach on the balcony, trying to swim in a puddle that was left from our night’s adventures.
 
One scary and seemingly significant event occurred during the time we lived in that apartment. While we were studying, we heard a yell from the boys’ room and ran to find our older boy lying flat on his back with a safety pin in each hand. He had stuck the pins into the 220 outlet to see what would happen.
 
Providentially God protected him; he didn’t even get any burns. But from then on he was actively interested in and amazingly competent with electronic devices. We wondered if maybe the shock had crystalized the chips in his blood stream!
 
That summer of 1980 we pressed on with language study and we also moved. One of the “old timers” who had been denied a new work permit was leaving and was selling all of his furniture. We bought it and moved right into his apartment—the easiest move we ever made!
 
This apartment was further up the hill, its location ensuring that we’d have better air quality. There was also a nice walled-in yard where the kids could ride their tricycles and play, and the neighbors were already used to foreigners.
 
I took two year old Nat with me to the new apartment to do some preparation before we moved with our meager belongings. After fixing some outlets, I went to check on Nat and found him with a box full of medicine bottles the previous tenants had left.
 
Nat had a bottle of pills in his hand with the cap off; the bottle was half empty. Had he swallowed some of them? How many? Were they dangerous? What should I do? I had no idea!
 
I scooped him up, along with the bottle, and ran to a nearby pharmacy. “No, these are not particularly dangerous,” said the druggist, “that is, he won’t die from them. Should you take him to a doctor? No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
 
Relieved, I took him home and told Barbara about it. She was not so convinced that doing nothing was a good idea, especially when Nat began to act a bit tipsy. It was late on Saturday afternoon, so we decided to take him to a nearby hospital that served American servicemen.
 
When we got there, we were taken right in. The doctor looked at the bottle and said, “Yes, we should get this out of his stomach. I’ll give him something to make him throw up. That should take care of it.”
 
After Nat had taken the medicine, we sat in the waiting room with a bucket. Nat acted more and more like a drunk, staggering from side to side, laughing happily. As time went on he couldn’t stand any more, so he lay on the floor, his laughter increasing with his inability to walk.
 
The doctor was dealing with someone who had taken a drug overdose, so it was a while before he came back.
 
“No results? OK, we will have to pump his stomach. I’ll take him.” Nat laughed some more as the doctor picked him up and carried him away.
 
When they brought him back half an hour later, he was no longer laughing; he was very subdued.
 
“He’ll be ok now,” said the doctor. And he was. In fact he was much better. He had had diarrhea for the last three months, fortunately beginning shortly after he was potty trained, but nothing we’d tried had helped. We’d prayed, been to the doctor and kept him on a special diet, but the diarrhea just kept coming.
 
However, after having his stomach pumped, the diarrhea immediately disappeared. Maybe it was all the medicine he had swallowed, or the cleansing aspect of having his stomach pumped. At any rate, God answered our prayers, using a distressing situation to bless us. Another God sighting.
 
Picture: 1980
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The Wonder of the Word

The commands of the LORD are radiant, giving light to the eyes.” Psalm 19:8b (continued)
 
In this world of darkness, confusion and conflict, your Word shines bright and clear, showing us the path, exposing Satan’s traps, guiding us in decisions, enlightening us about the future. You, who stand outside of time, know all this and share it with us in your Word.
 
“The fear of the LORD is pure, enduring forever.”
 
To know your Word is not enough. As we obey it out of love, reverence and respect for you, you lead us in doing things that will last forever. You are eternal and what you do is eternal; you bequeath us with the possibility of making decisions that have consequences forever, have significance for eternity. The resulting fear, reverence and awe of you lead us to make decisions according to Truth.
 
“The ordinances of the LORD are sure and altogether righteous.”
 
When all else is uncertain, your Word is sure, trustable and without fault. All you command is right and righteous. We desperately need the wisdom of your Word and the leadership of your Spirit so we can walk in the right way.
 
“They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.”
 
The things of this world are attractive—the power-giving, comfort-offering, security-promising success and prosperity—but they quickly pass away. In contrast, your Word is forever. In it we can find the true and lasting security, significance, power and comfort every heart desires, for you are the source of all good, everlasting good.
 
Prayer: “Valuing your Word above all, may your name may be lifted on high today before all those we meet. Glorify yourself in our lives today as we live according to your Word! Amen.”
 
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The commands of the LORD are radiant, giving light to the eyes.” Psalm 19:8b
 
Praise you, Lord, that my failures do not influence your attitude or love for me. You are the great and gracious One who does not change, who cannot change, who is steady, faithful and good. It is a great comfort to know, in the midst of my ups and downs, how consistently, wonderfully loving and reliable you are.
 
As it says in Psalm 19:7-11, “The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul.”
 
It is through your Word that you have brought life to my soul, giving transformation, strength, courage and joy.
 
“The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy, making wise the simple.”
 
When I have no idea what to do or say, your Word gives guidance. It is full of wisdom, overflowing with insight and packed with knowledge. By your Word and the work of the Spirit, we can, to a great degree, understand life, suffering, purpose, our end, and most importantly, you.
 
“The precepts of the LORD are right, giving joy to the heart.”
 
In a world of great uncertainty, shifting values and confusing change, you guide us in knowing what is right, and that gives us joy. Life without boundaries makes us uncertain and sad. Life with the means to determine what is right and wrong gives us security, light and joy. You are the source of all that and this flows to us through your Word. We praise you for that!

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More Cowboy Wisdom
 
Leaving the captain, Cody gathered up the reins of his horse and headed for the stable where he talked with the hostler, unsaddled, rubbed down his horse and pitched some hay and grain into a manger for it. Then he walked across to the saloon, carrying his rifle with him. A man never knows what might come up.
 
He stepped inside and looked around. There were several men at the bar, a couple of card games going on and four men sitting at a table, sharing a bottle.
 
He eased over to a corner chair where no one could get behind him, and from where he could see the whole room while listening to several conversations.
 
After a while Dodge’s two men came in and joined the four at the table. They were talking loudly enough for Cody to hear most of the conversation.
 
“So, we checked with the land office and his deed is valid.
There’s nothing we can do legally to get him out.”
 
“Since when have you acted legally? This is the wild west, not Philadelphia!”
 
“Right, here it’s still ‘might that makes right.’ It’s only one man and his family against Dodge’s thirty gunmen. Who do you think is going to win?”
 
“Dodge thinks it’s critical to get rid of him because others are going to come along and settle more and more of the range. If he gets rid of this man, he thinks he can keep any others from coming.”
 
“He’s probably right. I wouldn’t back down if I were him. Those sod busters need to be run out and if they won’t go, we’ll burn them out and shoot them!”
 
Cody was not at all surprised at what these men thought and proposed. Only they were wrong. “Might” used to make right, but now the law was coming in. The territory had become a state and laws were being made.
 
Cody now knew exactly what he must do. But it must be from the right motives, wanting to see everyone win. It must be from a peace-loving perspective, and peace-loving in this case meant preventing harm to anyone. And it must take into consideration that the real enemy is Satan, not Dodge.
 
Even if John were faced with thirty gunmen, a number of them would die along with him in the standoff. That must be prevented, and Cody knew how they might do that.
 
In addition, he and John had to be sweetly reasonable, that is, gentle, in trying to get Dodge established on his range by law, not by force. That could start things moving in the right direction.
 
He had heard enough in the saloon, so he quietly got up and walked across the street to the eating place, a log building where there were long tables and rough benches. A few men were scattered about, eating.
 
He sat down at the end of a table, away from the door where he could see every person in the room and no one was behind him. The proprietor brought him a cup of coffee, then a plate with beef, bread and some greens.
 
As he was eating, the door opened and the girl he’d seen came in, dressed in a buckskin skirt and a calico blouse. She sat by herself and was given food.
 
As he watched her out of the corner of his eye, he noted how gracefully she ate. She glanced over at him once, and again he noted how fine and refined a girl she appeared to be. What was she doing here in the company of Dodge’s rough cow hands?
After eating, as he got up, he tipped his hat to her and went out across the street to the stable where he bedded down in the hay, right next to his horse. Again, he trusted his horse to alert him to any imminent danger. Who knows what may come in the night?

Picture: Cody’s horse

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Your are….

“I love you, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”
Psalm 18:1,2
 
Thank you, O God, for the opportunity to praise you in and for whatever comes, to trust you to carry me through. I can do this because you are:
• The Lord God,
• Triune Ruler,
• Eternal King,
• Unchanging Sovereign,
• Undefeated Commander,
• Wise Judge,
• All-Powerful Leader,
• Mighty Shepherd,
• Merciful Savior,
• All-knowing Guide,
• Unshakable Rock,
• Safe and High Tower,
• Our Ever-present Salvation.
 
To you, O Great One, belongs praise and honor, glory and strength.
To you belongs awe, amazement, reverence and surrender.
To you belongs fear, denial of self and taking up of our cross daily.
We can submit to you because:
• You know what is right,
• You know what is best,
• You know beyond the moment,
• You know all that will be.
Therefore:
• You are the One to be trusted,
• You are the One to be honored,
• You are the One to be obeyed.
As I look at today, it is wonderful to know that you are going to work all things out for good, leading me through the maze of events, the succeeding challenges and adventures and the battle against the evil one. In all I can rest in you, in your goodness, in your love and in your power.
 
“Fill me with your Holy Spirit. I bow before you as my Captain and Navigator, surrendering to your wisdom, knowledge and goodness. Help me to hear and obey, to seek your direction and follow it immediately. Glory be to you, Lord God, for you are worthy, deserving of all obedience! Amen.”
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Freedom Flows On

More thoughts on Psalm 119:32 “I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free.”
 
You, Lord God, are setting me free from pride, showing me how small, how feeble, how powerless, how sinful I am in myself. You are revealing the depth of the depravity of my natural man and the height of the holiness you have given your children.
 
You are also showing me your inexorable power and inviting me to join you in your work.
 
You are setting me free from working too hard and are leading me into working smart, away from doing my own thing and into joining you through prayer and seeing you bring all to pass.
 
Prayer is your idea, and it is part of bringing freedom. It is your invitation for us to join you in your great plans. It is a powerful means of being transformed by you.
 
It is tapping into your strength, your wisdom, your goodness, your desires and having them flow in, through and out of us to those around us.
 
In providing this broad and beautiful freedom, you are moving me mightily towards living like Asaph, the author of Psalm 73, who, after repenting of his selfishness and self-pity, wrote these words.
 
“Whom have I in heaven but you and earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever” (Ps. 73:25,26).
 
Eternal praise be to you, O Lord, for you have truly, powerfully, continually, eternally set my heart free!
 
Prayer: “Help me, Lord, to run freely in the consistent course of your commandments, in the lighted way of your Truth, in the joyful paths of your presence, that I may give you glory today. Amen”
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More Autobio

John, our team leader was an artist in drawing, carving and in life. He looked at things differently than others around him and many times this was an advantage.
Although he was involved in the little local fellowship, he longed for a greater outreach and a bigger harvest. Before we arrived, he had come up with the idea of having a foundation that could give an official structure to offer social help as a means of making contacts to share the gospel.
John had linked up with an organization in the States with similar goals. This group agreed to help support the foundation, so John had begun the paper work of setting it up. His main need was to find four local believers who were willing to stick their necks out and join a foreigner in this venture. In the end he did find the four, but only one of them proved reliable.
When the paperwork was completed, we rented an office and hired Charles’ nephew, Henry, to be the watchman, helper and go-fer. In the beginning, Henry lived with us and became a member of the family. He was diligent, helpful and orderly.
However, he had a lingering cough that seemed to get worse. When John took him to a doctor, it turned out that Henry had open TB, an actual hole in his lung. Since he had been coughing on the boys for weeks, we were advised to get tested and, if necessary, inoculated. We went to the TB center in the city and got our tests done.
When we came back for the results, Barbara’s was fine, the result of her having been ino
 
culated as a child, but the rest of us needed to be inoculated. We were ushered into a room with three chairs and a desk. On the desk were a big glass syringe and a candle. The nurse came in, lit the candle, filled the syringe and passed the needle through the flame. She inoculated me, passed the needle through the flame again, used it on Josh and after another cursory “sterilization,” inoculated Nat–who knows how many others had been inoculated with that same needle!
This was our introduction to the fact that many did not yet really believe in germs, (that has certainly changed over the last 40 years, with the medical care there in private hospitals being on par with the US) including many in the medical profession. They said they believed in them, but in practice did not act as if germs existed. Nat’s inoculation point got infected and took six months to heal. But thankfully, none of us got TB.
Contrary to the doctor’s recommendation that we just put Henry out on the street and forget about him, John arranged to get him into a state sanatorium for treatment. Henry recovered and is still alive today, married and a father.
Summer came and with it an increase in the fighting. Every night we heard several bombs explode, often followed by the firing of machine guns. Then the dogs would bark. We had trouble getting enough sleep.
There was still nothing in the newspapers to tell us what was happening, but there were often soldiers in full battle dress with loaded rifles on street corners. The situation was clearly becoming more and more dangerous.
One time when I went to Tom’s house for a language lesson, there was a bullet hole through his front door, through the kitchen door and out the door beyond that.
 
“It was from a firefight soldiers had with terrorists,” he said. “We lay on the floor and the bullets went over our heads, so we were safe.”
Another time when I came to visit, Tom was so shaken that we couldn’t do our lesson. He had been at a teahouse that morning when someone drove by and opened fire on the place with a machine gun. A number of people had been killed.
This was not an isolated incident; another acquaintance of ours told how his little grocery store was machine-gunned while he ducked behind the counter for protection.
 
An American soldier in our city was killed when he tried to start his booby-trapped car. I started looking under my car for bombs each time I got in. Things were going from bad to worse.
It never occurred to us, however, that we should leave. We had been called and would not leave until He called us away, as He did some 30 years later.
Picture: Henry and his wife with their first child.
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More on being freeee!
 
Now being in Jesus, I can run free in the path of goodness, my feet unbound, my legs strengthened by your Spirit, my eyes opened by the light of your Word, my soul ready to soar.
 
You are setting me free from the anxiety and fear expressed in my hot anger when things around me are out of my control, when I get lost on a trip, when people fail to follow through, when I feel like a fool.
 
You are setting me free with the knowledge that in you I am secure, that you are my Shepherd, you are my King, that you are taking me to and through whatever you know is best. In you I am significant and can rest in this, no matter how I may act, feel or fail.
 
You are setting me free from the fear of man, cutting the emotional ties to what others think or value or want. You have established a new connection from your heart to mine.
 
You have given me the knowledge of your presence and a desire to obey you rather than my twisted self-centered doubts and the desires of those around me.
 
You are setting me free from impatience, helping me to grasp that your plans are unfolding at the right pace; your time table cannot be thwarted; things will come to pass at the optimum time.
 
You are setting me free from being tied to what I can see. You have opened my eyes to the eternal, to the supernatural, to the working of your hand in all around me. God sightings come often, which allow me to see your love which is beyond knowledge.
 
Lord help me to use this freedom today to honor you, exalt you and join you in the plans you have for me and the people around me.

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