I’m about to embark on a period of prayer along with a number of other people from my church as we are holding a 24-7 prayer week. That means a specific place has been set aside and every hour, for the next 7 days, someone will hopefully be there, praying, worshipping God and interceding for others.
I was very excited about this event when I first heard that someone in the church was interested in prayer and wanting to encourage people to pray.
You see, in another life, I was part of another prayer initiative – the Lydia Fellowship International. This is a prayer organisation for women worldwide. Women gather in small groups on a regular basis to commit their time to God, to worship him then seek his guidance and pray accordingly for whomever or whatever situation they feel God is speaking to them about. I learnt so much from that time.
Due to personal circumstances, I had to come away from all that but, also, the desire to meet with others and pray didn’t seem strong where I live.
Now, it appears that prayer is very much on the agenda again.
And yet, as I ready myself – I’ll begin my slot in 11 hours time – I am torn between the excited anticipation of this time and a slowly growing disquiet in me. You see, it’s one thing to pray on one’s own for a while but I can’t say I’ve prayed solidly for an hour on my own for a very long time. It’s more like I’ve prayed, then done something else, then come back to it.
I won’t be in my own home but will be getting up whilst most are still asleep, driving to the church and then I’m alone in this room with God for an hour. It’s rather daunting.
I realise that I don’t like to stay still before God for long. Why is that? Well, honesty compels me to say that if I am still before Him, I may just hear from Him.
What will He say? What if He doesn’t say anything? What if He shows me the rotten heart I know deep down that I have? What if I’m made to face my faults? What if? What if? what if?
The heart naturally rebels at the thought of being alone with God because it recognises that communication with a holy God is about to take place. There is a challenge in that. But this is not a balanced view.
It is true that God wants us to come to Him with clean hands and a pure heart (Psalm 24:3-5) . It is true that He will discipline us because He treats us as sons (Hebrews 12:5-7). But similarly He wants to spend time with us because He loves us and wants to fill us with that love, with His Spirit. He wants to give us understanding, share His desires, His longings with us. It’s about relationship.
If we were constantly on the move, never pausing to really talk, to really listen, we would never have close friendships, good marriages, strong family relationships.
It’s that being still, listening then responding to what we’ve heard that enables us to grow closer to others. This is only a shadow of what it’s meant to be like having a relationship with God.
So I’m resolving that tomorrow morning, in the wee small hours, I’m not going to fear being still before God. I’m going to embrace it and him.
Surely any opportunity to get closer to God, to know Him more and to become more like His son is worth temporary discomfort, is worth the doubts and fears.
I have heard of a saying “do it anyway”. That is what I am going to do. I’m not a shining example of what a Christian is meant to be. Far from it! I’m a horror and only God’s grace allows me to continue to call him Father. But I am going to offer Him this less than perfect life, with its less than perfect thoughts and behaviour and see if, in the being still, I can grow closer to Him.
Do it anyway!




