Psalm 144
1 Praise be to the LORD my Rock,
We stand on You, dear Lord.
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
We pray to You, dear Lord.
2 He is my loving God and my fortress,
We claim Your shelter, dear Lord.
my stronghold and my deliverer,
We claim the power of Your name to rebuke demons.
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.
Our security is in You.
3 O LORD, what is man that you care for him,
the son of man that you think of him?
Save for the blood of Jesus, we are not worthy, dear Lord.
4 Man is like a breath;
his days are like a fleeting shadow.
Oh, how we are fallen.
5 Part your heavens, O LORD, and come down;
touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
6 Send forth lightning and scatter {the enemies};
shoot your arrows and rout them.
We thank You for coming down to Nigel, scattering all that caused him harm, shooting Your arrows and routing them. We thank You, dear Lord.
Reflection
For a while now, I’ve been harboring a spiritual impression. I haven’t publicly shared it before and don’t know if others are experiencing something comparable. Simply put, the playing field has changed.
Some portions of the charismatic wing of the church put great stock in the Hebraic calendar. September not only brought a new year but a new decade, which they deemed to be highly significant. I am a liturgical creature, but my time has always been ordered according to the Christian calendar in a more cyclical fashion. I found it interesting that different seasons in the Hebraic calendar were associated with different spiritual possibilities or anointings, but was unsure of what to make of it.
But I do perceive that we are in a new season. The battle remains. In the last season in the Episcopal Church, the battleground was ecclesiastical politics. It is not that all the players and facts have gone away, but, like a click in a kaleidoscope, the pieces have rearranged, and the battleground has changed. Or, so it seems in my spiritual impression.
I’m wondering if Nigel’s illness augurs a new season of healing ministry. Spiritual impressions can only be confirmed by subsequent developments. Time will tell.
However, I relate two recent events. My husband and I prayed for someone with a 13-year history of fibromyalgia, and, through God’s grace, he instantaneously improved. We had prayed for him in the past, to no avail. Also, we were part of an ecumenical prayer team for someone with inoperable pancreatic carcinoma. The patient has not yet had any follow up X-rays, but one thing is certain–that prayer session was filled with God’s glory.
I simply ask our readers to be open to the power of healing prayer, to be bolder in offering it, to be persistent in difficult cases, and to share testimonies of God’s goodness. Nigel’s continued recovery is an awesome testimony. Usually folks come off of a ventilator in a week or so; Nigel was on one over 40 days. Following his recovery is like reading the account of the valley of the dry bones–prayers from the four corners of the earth speaking breath into Nigel’s lungs. Nigel breathes. Nigel stands up on his feet. Nigel lives. Praise God! Praise God! Praise God!
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