A new moment in prayer

Lighthouse Prayer

From the moment my senior brother opened with: ‘Jesus, you are the ultimate reality’ and continued praying in that vein, I knew we were in for a good time last night at Lighthouse Prayer.

We were slightly down on numbers, just six of us, I think – but the Holy Spirit made up for it in what he groaned through us.  We sang ‘The Lord is marching out in splendour,’ and also ‘Isn’t He Beautiful’.  A sister read from Isaiah 61: he has anointed ME to preach good news to the poor, and we declared it.  I had read from Leonard Ravenhill quoting Chrysostom:

‘The potency of prayer hath subdued the strength of fire; it hath bridled the rage of lions, hushed anarchy to rest, extinguished wars, appeased the elements, expelled demons, burst the chains of death, expanded the gates of heaven, assuaged diseases, repelled frauds, rescued cities from destruction, stayed the sun in its course, and arrested the progress of the thunderbolt.  Prayer is an all-sufficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine which is never exhausted, a sky unobscured by clouds, a heaven unruffled by the storm.  It is the root, the fountain, the mother, of a thousand blessings.’

And we went on to pray for the town, for revival, for the young people, for Christian women to witness and find their destiny, for each other.  We prayed for boldness to speak the word: we prayed for the Salvation Army to publicly declare the faith, and for the churches in the town to unify under the banner of Jesus and worship in the streets, on the seafront, wherever they can.  We prayed for a wave of incoming harvest as we build up to Easter and this special time of the year for believers.

One brother groaned in prayer more than the rest, and started to pray: “God, we know that revival has begun here tonight.  We have confessed that we need to desire you more, and confessed our apathy, and I believe that revival here has already begun.  Revival has already begun here, among us.”

As we neared the end of our time, I think, a sister prayed the Christians out of their graveclothes, a very powerful prayer.  We all joined hands, and stood up, and released each other into the now blessing, the now testimony, the fresh act that the Lord is doing in us.  And with that, the spell was broken, and we went on our way, slightly stunned at the presence of God.  He’s real.