Prayer & Faith

I sense with all my heart that the Sycomore is about to, and must, embark on a journey to be a praying church.  I do not care if we are a poor church, so long as we are a praying church.  I do not care if we are an unpopular church, so long as we are a praying church.  I remember someone who stated, that the attendance in the first service of a church shows how popular the church is.  The attendance of the afternoon service of a church shows how popular the preacher is.  The attendance of the Wednesday prayer meeting of a church shows how popular God is.  

The greatest privilege and blessing granted to followers of Jesus Christ is prayer.  Jesus' disciples did not ask Him to teach them how  to demonstrate God's power, to cast out demons, nor to heal the sick.  However, the disciples did ask Jesus to teach them how to pray.  There is something mysterious and majestic in prayer.  

In, The Necessity of Prayer, by E.M. Bounds, the first paragraph impresses on me, a glimpse of what it it looks like for The Sycomore to be a church that prays in faith:

"A dear friend of mine who was quite a lover of the chase, told me the following story: 'Rising early one morning,' he said, 'I heard the baying of a score of deerhounds in pursuit of their quarry. Looking away to a broad, open field in front of me, I saw a young fawn making its way across, and giving signs, moreover, that its race was well-nigh run. Reaching the rails of the enclosure, it leaped over and crouched within ten feet from where I stood. A moment later two of the hounds came over, when the fawn ran in my direction and pushed its head between my legs. I lifted the little thing to my breast, and, swinging round and round, fought off the dogs. I felt, just then, that all the dogs in the West could not, and should not capture that fawn after its weakness had appealed to my strength.' So is it, when human helplessness appeals to Almighty God. Well do I remember when the hounds of sin were after my soul, until, at last, I ran into the arms of Almighty God." -- A. C. DIXON

May The Sycomore appeal and run into the arms of Almighty God!