How butchery of such character could ever evoke enjoyment will ever be to me a hellish mystery.
Yet since the whole world is thinking about war, why shouldn't we?
Why shouldn't we?
Our war is the most important anyway.
This is a war in which I am invested. It elicits such emotion in my heart as nothing else can.
And I find myself becoming drawn to its weaponry.
Not for gruesome results, but for glorious results.
And let me tell you, this kind of prayer is unlike any you've probably prayed before.
Passionate, agonizing, tear-inducing, heart-wrenching prayer. For another.
Prayer is going to move the world by moving the Hand that moves the world.
But it never will until we learn how to pray. Really pray…
James says, "the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much."
And I pause to ponder Who is righteous.
Apart from Him, no one.
"There is none righteous, no, not one."*
A door-slamming statement if I ever heard one. If it weren't for this one thing.
My God delights to clothe me in His righteousness.**
Wonder of wonders. Grace of all grace.
He calls me His treasure. And instructs me to ask.
God's heroes are born in the closet of prayer.
Why is the most powerful tool the one we least utilize?
*Romans 3:10, emphasis mine