No One To Pray For Them

The other day, while making dinner, I was listening to a song by J. Moss called “The Prayers”. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wUbK2EssfQ)

The song starts out saying “You know what? I’ve been looking for somebody. Not just anybody, but a special somebody.” Then it asked “Who can get a prayer through? Can anybody out there pray for me, without even knowing what I need? Can anybody pray unselfishly? Can anybody out there pray for me, without even knowing a whole lot about me?” Then it sang of the glory of ‘the prayers of the righteous.’

And I thought for a moment, of those believers out there, who might have no one to help pray with them. For example, I thought of an old woman who might be last of her line, or a young man being held in a prison cell, without any outside support. I knew that there were people out there in this world, who had no one to help them in their prayers to the Lord Jesus. This saddened me.

Then I decided right then and there, to pray for those people.

I didn’t quite know how to begin, (I even thought of speaking in tongues for them, ) but suddenly the words came to me.

‘Oh Jesus,” I began, “please grant the requests of those who are yours, but have no one else to pray for them. Your Word states ‘For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.’ (Matthew 18:20) It also states ‘That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.’ (Matthew 18:19) It doesn’t say in Your Word that we have to be right next to each other. Well Lord, You have also told me that You are not limited by distance, time, or space. (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/04/01/pray-for-carolina/) So Lord, I pray as one with them, that You would answer their prayers. Whatever it would be, I ask you along with them, to give it to them, according to Your Will.”

Suddenly, as I was finishing up the last few sentences of this prayer, a vision open up before me. Angels were coming right up to my mouth as I was speaking, and just as the humming bird darts up to a flower to sip its nectar, the angels were taking my words as soon as they came out from my lips, and were darting off elsewhere, to bring them to those who had need of them most.

I gasped when I seen them; they were so beautiful. They moved so fast, that it was hard to see each one clearly. I did see that they did not have wings like most people depict angels to have; I could see no feathers or wings at all on them. But what I did see, was that they moved so very fast, that the lighted air around them moved and swirled around their bodies, forming what some might see and think of as wings. Brightness was foremost, and was ever so slightly highlighted with the iridescent colors of blue, pink, purple, and green.

The moment I finished my prayer, the vision ended.

I marveled at the vision, and at the power that our words have.

I already knew how our words can become a curse against us (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/beware-of-the-jinx-demon/) and I knew that the Word of God was very powerful indeed. (“For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” – Hebrews 4:12, and ” So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.” Isaiah 55:11) I even knew the power of a believer’s word in claiming blessings for oneself and family. (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2014/10/02/what-ebola-really-is/) But for some reason, it never occurred to me, that the words of praying for someone you don’t even know, could still be so powerful. I had thought that there had to be a personal connection of some kind, for them to have such incredible power.

It is nice to know that my prayers will be brought to those who have need of them most. I pray that I will remember to pray for others, even while doing something as mundane as making supper. I think it would be interesting, to get to heaven, and have the Lord show me just how each of these prayers I uttered ended up helping another. It is exciting to me, to realize that the Lord can still use our prayers for His glory and His kingdom, even while we go about doing our usual work in this world…

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“How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” (Psalm 119:103)

“Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.” (Proverbs 16:24)

“Pray without ceasing.” (1 Thessalonians 5:17)

“But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned” (Matthew 12:36–37)

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen” (Ephesians 4:29)

“Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;” (Ephesians 6:18)

“I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, [and] giving of thanks, be made for all men;” (1 Timothy 2:1)

“For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty; only [use] not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another.” (Galatians 5:13)

“Two [are] better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him [that is] alone when he falleth; for [he hath] not another to help him up. Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm [alone]? And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)

“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” (Romans 8:26)

“The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit” (Proverbs 18:21)

“Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.” (Matthew 9:38)

“Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.” (Matthew 18:19)

“And whatsoever we ask, we receive of him, because we keep his commandments, and do those things that are pleasing in his sight.” (1 John 3:22)

“Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” (James 5:16)

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The Biggest Event In This Man’s Life

A dream…

This time, I am an angel of the Lord,
A recording angel,
Sent to accompany one of the healing angels of the Lord on a mission of mercy and grace, and to answer a believer’s prayer.

We are in one of the top hospitals in the world,
In the cardiologist department.

Before me, is the head of the department,
An African-American doctor well known for his newest advanced treatments in cardiology. (He was very proud of himself, having come so far despite those who had been prejudiced against him because of his ethnicity.)

Also with him in his office, is his wife and son.

His wife is still quite pretty despite her older age, dressed in the latest of fashions, and her glossy hair smoothed out into a shoulder-length bob, and his son, a teenager, only fourteen years old, was with her. The son looked like he had taken a short break from his prep school, for he still had on the sharp looking dark blue pants and crisp white shirt, tie, and blazer that was the uniform of the private school.

It was noon, and the man’s wife and children had come to see if they could pull him away from his work for just an hour or so for lunch.

I watched, as they began to argue, for the man had already forbidden his wife and child to come and trouble him while he was working. But his wife still pleaded with him, telling him that it was the only place that he would even stop to listen to them, and since it was during his lunch break, she felt he should be able to spend some time with them.

The boy then picked up a handful of fat tongue depressors that had been sitting on the cardiologist’s desk, and began stuffing them into his suit pocket. The man became quite upset at this, and told him to stop and put them back. His son then told him that he needed them for his school project, as regular Popsicle sticks were too thin for his use. The father then returned to fighting with the mother, blaming her for interrupting his day and trying to shame her into leaving. But she would not.

I knew the man would not leave and go to lunch with his wife, for he felt could not; he had pompously just told his staff that they could take their breaks, and that he alone would stay and watch over the patients for the next half an hour. It wasn’t like the unit was full; there was only four patients in his unit, and he was very confident that he could handle it all by himself.

Of the four patients, one was his closest friend, a man he had grown up with and gone to school with. He was most worried about him, for he exhibited the worst of symptoms, and looked to be on his last breath. He hated the thought that there was not more that he could do for him, and he feared that his best friend would die under his care.

Of the remaining three patients, there was another one that he felt shouldn’t even have been admitted into his care, for he felt his case was not serious enough to warrant his attention. He remained there under his care, as a favor to another, who was on the board of directors. (He resented this.)

Suddenly, as the man and wife continued to argue, one of the heart monitors begins to fluctuate. I waited for the man to stop arguing with his wife, and go check it out, but he was not paying any attention to anything except his wife.

I went into the room of this man’s best friend, and watched the heart monitor completely change, and listened to the man warmly chuckle and laugh with joy. My angel partner was doing his work on him as he had been ordered to do by the great I AM. The man was being completely healed and strengthened, and was being told what he was to do with the rest of his life. He was to give up his previously self-centered lifestyle and serve the one who had just saved him. This pleased the man very much, for he had always wondered in the back of his mind, if there really was a God somewhere up in the heavens, and now he was getting all the proof he needed that there was. I listened to his voice, (it reminded me of James Earl Jones,) and was warmed by his enthusiasm upon receiving his instructions. I kept thinking that the cardiologist should be in this room witnessing this, but when I went back out to check in on him, he was still too engrossed in arguing with his wife.

This grieved me greatly, (as it did the Lord,) for I knew that he was missing the biggest event in this man’s life. His eternal life, and those of his family’s, was at stake. If he had been in that room, witnessing all that transpired, he would have become a believer in Christ. His then changed behavior, would have caused his wife and son to also become a believer in Jesus. But because the man had not taken the few minutes that was needed the night before, to tell his wife something that showed he still cared for her, and ask his son how he was doing in school, he was now missing the most important moment of his entire life, and even the most important moment of his friend’s life.

For from this moment on, the cardiologist would begin to grow apart from his closest friend, because he would not believe what had just happened to him, and would think his best friend was crazed. His friend would try to tell him what had really transpired in that room, but he would never come to believe it. He would peruse past the monitor’s print outs and see the return to normal heart beats, but would have no reasoning for it, except for his friend probably following his regiment so closely.

Just moments after my angel of healing partner left the cardiologist’s best friend, the other man’s heart monitor, the one who the cardiologist felt should not have even been there, began to beat erratically, and then flat lined. I went back out to check on the cardiologist, but once again, he was too involved in arguing with his wife, (trying to be self-righteous,) that he completely missed the other man’s heart alarm going off.

This saddened both me and the Lord, for we knew that all it would take to save this man, was a defibrillator  to his chest, and all would have been well again. (No prayers were ever said for this man, and he was a staunch atheist, so we did not intervene.)

But the man ended up dying. And as this man was not a believer, we knew his soul would now go down into hell. Had he lived, we had hope that he still, somehow, might have turned from his wicked ways and come to the Lord, but his time had run out and now it was too late.

The cardiologist stopped arguing with his wife, when he seen his best friend calmly walk out of his room and into his office to say goodbye. The cardiologist strongly argued then with him, that despite him felling better, he should stay in the hospital under observation, just in case his symptoms should return. But he then told him what had happened, and that he no longer had need of the sick bed, for the Lord On High had healed him.

His wife also then turned away, and with her son, left her husband there at the hospital, for she knew then that no matter what, he would not go out with them for lunch that day.

After his wife and friend left, the cardiologist checked up on the rest of his patients, and discovered the now dead man that had been forced under his care. He reviewed the records, and soon realized that he probably would have lived had he not been so distracted by his wife and son. His guilt was so strong that he never told another person at the hospital of what he had let happen, but he went home that night and blamed his wife for the man’s death. After that, the wife soon left him, and sued him for divorce, and received custody of his son.

I then woke up.

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1 Corinthians 7:3-4 (1599 Geneva)

“Let the husband give unto the wife due benevolence, and likewise also the wife unto the husband. The wife hath not the power of her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not the power of his own body, but the wife.”

1 Corinthians 7:16 (1599 Geneva)
“For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thine husband? Or what knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?”

Malachi 2:14-16 ESV
“But you say, “Why does he not?” Because the Lord was witness between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant. Did he not make them one, with a portion of the Spirit in their union? And what was the one God seeking? Godly offspring. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and let none of you be faithless to the wife of your youth. “For the man who does not love his wife but divorces her, says the Lord, the God of Israel, covers his garment with violence, says the Lord of hosts. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and do not be faithless.”

Colossians 3:19 ESV
Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.

Proverbs 31:10 ESV
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.

John 15:13 (KJV)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Luke 5:24-26 (KJV)
“…I say unto thee, Arise, and take up thy couch, and go into thine house. And immediately he rose up before them, and took up that whereon he lay, and departed to his own house, glorifying God. And they were all amazed, and they glorified God, and were filled with fear, saying, We have seen strange things to day.”

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A Dam Breaking

A dream…

I am standing in a long, long hallway/tunnel. The floor was tiled in cheap linoleum, the kind industrial offices often put in warehouses. It was so polished and shiny that It reflected the light off from the ceiling. The walls on either side, as well as the ceiling above, are made from huge cement blocks, painted in a light bright gyellow. Above, was the electrified hum of a hundred fluorescent bulbs that sounded like it had already hummed for many a day.

The silence was eerie and complete.

There was no one near me.

I looked down the hallway in one direction, as far as the eye could see, and all that could be seen, is more electrified hallway. No end could be seen.

I then turned to the other end, and all I could see, was a tiny speck of black far off in the distance, like an insect. Everything else looked just as the opposite side of the hallway. Endless.

Then I realized where I must be; I was at the base of some kind of dam, just like the one me and the boys had toured for a field trip all those years ago.

I wondered why I was just left standing there, and figured that someone had been sent there to come and get me. These tunnels were notoriously long, and they usually used motorized golf carts to travail back and forth in them. There was probably one on its way to pick me up. So I sat down and waited.

As I waited, I noticed that the black speck off in the distance was growing larger.

Then I realized, that it was no insect at all, but walked like a human, and it was coming towards me.

Then my vision cleared again, and I could see that it was a demon wearing a black cape.

I began to panic, and tried to look for a place to hide, but there was none.

As it got closer, I could feel the death that radiated outwards from it. I thought to cower to one side as it passed me, hoping it would not notice me, but then realized how foolish that thought was, for in the next instant it was upon me.

Compared to this demon, I was but the size of an ant, scurrying around in circles before him. This demon was beyond huge, beyond even the nephilim of old.

It passed me by without even a glance in my direction.

But I did see its face. It was a grim reaper, like the ones that brought death to those it visited. Its face was only bleached bones, and its eyes were hollowed out pools of black ink.

I could not tell if there was any other color to its face, for it hurt to look upon it, and I was already shaking like a leaf, so great was my fear in seeing such a creature come towards me.

To this demon I was of no consequence. I simply did not matter at all. It knew I could not touch it.

And it knew its purpose.

I knew it then, too.

The Lord Himself, was somehow protecting me from this hideous demon, as it passed over me. I got down onto my hands and knees and thanked Him profusely!

I sensed that once this demon reached the other side, the dam would fall and many people would die.

I was immobilized from the shock of it all,
Realizing just how many people would die from such a dam breaking, but I could do nothing.

I watched the demon fade off into the distance into the size of a small dot at the end of a sentence.

When I could no longer see even that, I woke up, suddenly gasping for air.

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“I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord,
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
To give you a hope and a future.”
(Jeremiah 29:11)

“And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.”
(Revelation 6:14)

“For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and in various places there will be famines and earthquakes.”
(Matthew 24:7)