During our morning prayer time at school, one little five-year-old said, “There was a big quake in a place called Chimpanz”. Another little guy said, “Yeah-someone broke a plate, and then they waved”. It took me a minute to figure out they were speaking of the earthquake in Japan. The broken plate was in reference to tectonic kind, and the wave was a threatened tsunami. The children knew something was wrong, they just didn’t know exactly what, but this did not keep them from earnest prayer.
Likewise, I do not need to know all details in order to pray. I’m simply to obey the Lord who tells me to “pray and not faint”. To faint means to be spiritless-depressed, hopeless or despondent. I am not to pray with a “what’s the use” attitude, but with thanksgiving and tireless faith. I used to think of prayer as nickels in a slot machine: Put in the prayer and let’s see what happens… oh shoot- two lemons and a cherry- no win this time. Put in another nickel… try again. But not one of our prayers is lost on God. He credits all my prayers to that day, that moment, that split-second when He shouts, “Lazarus! Come Forth!” Our dormant answers will come forth at the appointed time for His will to be done, as we continue to pray and not give up. This is not to say God will always answer in the affirmative, but that is all His business and none of ours. Ours is to pray; to pray, knowing we pack a loaded weapon -not a puny little squirt gun- but a scud-missile hitting spot-on, destroying strongholds, dissolving the superglue of Satan’s grip. Pray without ceasing, which means “without intermission”. Intercession without intermission. We are called to this. Until all hell breaks loose. 1 Thes. 5:17, 2 Cor. 10:5