Okay, tonight was the Call: Houston night of prayer.
For those that don’t know about it (shame, shame) the Call is basically a solemn assembly of believers that come together with one purpose: a prayer meeting.
I’d been to other “Calls”, specifically the one on 7/7/07 in Nashville, and that was really really cool. First time I’d been a part of anything like that. There was like 60,000 people there, fasting and praying for 12 hours straight. Intense.
But back to tonight…Man…It was cool. Actually, cool is a bit of an understatement. I LOOVEE long prayer services….Why don’t we have them more often? Tonight was five hours – and it felt like we could have doubled it easily! I mean, we prayed about abortion the entire time! So why don’t we do that regularly, with all the issues burdening the Church today? Man. Okay, I’ll get off that soap box.
I just kinda want to summarize the night – moreso for my sake than anyone elses. There was so much God-stuff packed in to those 5 hours, it was crazy.
I feel as though a passion has been re-awakened in my heart; like it never really went away, but it was kind of turned down a couple notches (an act of my doing, not the Lord’s) from where it was at one point.
I remember. I remember the night it first hit me. I was in my second semester at HSM, and had read a news article on abortion statistics. The year before that, I had written a report in high school as a social issue paper, but it never really hit me.
I remember when it hit me. Suddenly, abortion was no longer about statistics and social justice – it had become a kingdom issue. I had asked the Lord to reveal His heart to me on this issue, and it happened. I hit the floor of my bedroom, sobbing my eyes out, so very broken for what this genocide was doing to our nation. The fire was lit. I lived to see abortion ended. I cried, prayed – every service where I had the opportunity to pray in public, that’s what consumed my prayers. Try though I might to pray for other things, the ending of abortion burned as a purpose in my soul. It’s always been a huge passion since then, but at times less so than others.Like I take the pot of boiling fire, and move it to a lower burner. The back burner. But…
Tonight, everything turned. Something snapped for real. It was sooo intense – like that Ephesians 6 “Armor of God” thing was being used for real, instead of being just a cute passage to memorize. There was a reality to this war. Ah, there’s so much to put here! I’m so full…
Most times, I like to have my thoughts organized in some way….that’s not really happening tonight. Sorry. I’ll post again later in more detail about all this.
As you read this, please keep this Houston thing in your prayers. 6 story abortion clinic being built. Do I need to say much else? That alone should grip us. I personally do not want to be a part of a state that boasts the largest abortion clinic in the Western Hemisphere. Do you? Do you want to live in a nation where the Spirit of God and revival is quenched by constant destroying of innocent lives?
I don’t.
Pray pray pray with us for the “Abortion Super-Center”, that the Lord would pull it down. Simple but powerful.
And pray that your hidden passion, the deep desire, your quiet longing, the thing that keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling – would be awakened in your heart in a new way. I don’t know what God did in me tonight, I have zero answers – but I pray it over you reading this.
That whatever has been simmering would once again begin to boil.