Prayer Table Report

February 20, 2010

Christ Church Schenectady Prayer Table Report, February 20, 2010, 9:25 -10:30 AM Torre Bissell and Dave Carlson

+–indicates received wooden cross made by Dennis Adams of North Carolina

Many folks turned down our offer for prayer. We prayed for each one as they walked by that they would come closer to the Lord and experience His love and provision in their lives. Many motorists waved to us as they drove by. It was a nice morning, with warmer temperatures.

Carolyn — she said “I’m a little big incognito today” – prayed for an infilling of the Holy Spirit. She said she’ll see us in church on Sunday.

Jim — one of our regulars at the prayer table – “I’d like to give thanks to God for the improvement in my mental health.”

+ Maritsa — very shy, timid woman, asked prayer “for my family”

+ Johnny — man who rode up on a bike and asked for prayer “for myself” – we gave him a Bible and invited him to attend church tomorrow

+ Moohan — young Hindu man in his 20’s perhaps, very polite with a pleasant smile; we prayed that He would come to know the Lord and His love; he asked if he could make a donation; we do not accept donations at the prayer table but we thanked him for the privilege he gave us to pray for him and his family

Elaine – on her way to participate in the ’40 days for Life’ ministry in front of Planned Parenthood – we prayed for the unborn and for an end to abortion (Elaine said people can find out more by going online to

Father Peter Schofield – on his way to lead the monthly service at Summit Towers – we prayed for the folks who will attend

+ Diane – asked us to pray for her husband Tom – he has been depressed and overwhelmed by finances and circumstances at work


Albany Intercessor

A dream

February 20, 2010

I’m not sure why, but I feel led to tell a story of something that happened to me lately. It is not ordinarily something I would share, for several reasons.
On December 28, Feast of the Holy Innocents, I had posted an article on StandFirm regarding a “lost” pro-life diocesan resolution. During the day, my mood became more and more dour. I found myself saying, “I hate this church. I hate this church.” My husband is a priest who is called to stay in TEC, and I didn’t want to cause strife. So I went into the bathroom and closed the door and said, “I hate this church. I hate this church.”
I went to bed. I awoke in the middle of the night. It crossed my mind that perhaps my increasingly dour mood was because I had been “slimed.” (This is a strange concept for most of you. Intercessors are typically behind the scenes. Cyberspace intercessors are on the radar screen for people who speak curses, hexes, and spells. During big prayer campaigns, we have found that we tend to get chewed up one way or another if we don’t say prayers of protection.) Well, you never really know, but I said a cutting free prayer and went back to sleep.
Then I had the dream. There was a knock on the door. I opened the door. Jesus was standing there. He gave me a great big bear hug. This is the only dream of Jesus I’ve ever had.
When I awake in the mornings, I attend to the first words and images that flood my consciousness because they are frequently inspiration for that day’s prayer. This morning was Revelation 5:12, followed by the memory of this dream.
The morning after the dream, these words flooded my consciousness: “I love this church. I love this church. I love this church.” I knew they were Jesus’s words.
He loves us. Despite all of our sins, He loves us.

O Lamb that was slain, You are worthy.
You are worthy to receive the allegiance and praise of the government employees within the Episcopal Church, to receive the wealth and praise of the entrepreneurs within the Episcopal Church, to receive the wisdom and praise of the teachers within the Episcopal Church, to receive the strength and praise of the families within the Episcopal Church, to receive the honor and praise of the clergy within the Episcopal Church, to receive the glory and praise of the artists within the Episcopal Church, and to receive the tribute and praise of the media within the Episcopal Church.
Worthy is the Lamb! Amen. Amen. Amen.

A meditation on John 4:1-10

February 20, 2010

            Jesus Talks With a Samaritan Woman
      The Pharisees heard that Jesus was gaining and baptizing more disciples than John, although in fact it was not Jesus who baptized, but his disciples. When the Lord learned of this, he left Judea and went back once more to Galilee.
      Now he had to go through Samaria. So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about the sixth hour.
      When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)
      The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.)
      Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” (John 4:1-10)
      A meditation on John 4:1-10 given by Deacon Howard Smith of Christ Church Schenectady after Stations of the Cross on Friday, February 19th:
            Thirsty at the Well — Would God Talk to Me?
                  Dedicated to Beverly Rose

In the voice and the person of the Samaritan Woman:

      I thirst.
      I thirst, and it is almost midday and so I sit here in the house with the curtains drawn, watching him sleep and hearing him breath.
      He’s a good man, when he’s sleeping.
      Hugh, he is drooling. He should be after drinking all night.
      I don’t mind him drinking, because when he drinks, he doesn’t beat me.

      He’ll be waking up soon —thirsty.
      And he’ll be angry that I didn’t get water from the well in the morning — like a good woman should.
      But I hate going out there.
      The whole town hates me. The whole town despises me.

      Mostly I’m invisible. Do you know what it is like to be invisible?
      No one sees you, no one hears you. And if your eye do meet some one else’s eyes — you get hatred, loathing and a quick turn away.

      None of the good merchants will sell me, and the bad ones will when no one else is looking.

      Oh what it would be like to seen, just seen, with out scorn or repute.
      What is there to look at? I’m garbage. I’m crap. I’m a woman who has had 5 husbands. Five!
      And this man sleeping before is not my husband. Though I act like his wife when and how he wants me.
      He looks at me. He sees me.
      And the yelling and the screaming, at least his is communicating with me.
      That is more than I deserve.
      I am lucky to have him, — for without him, I would have to be a prostitute.
      And I thank God I am not a prostitute.
      So here I sit, thirsty.

      He is waking. He is going over to the water bucket. He’s angry. Why am I so surprised we go through this every day.
      Except today he throws the bucket at me.
      “Good for nothing… worthless piece of crap….”
      “Why can’t you get water in the morning like all the other woman?”
      So I grab the bucket and run out the door, answering his question in my own mind.
      Why don’t I go to the well with the good woman of this town. Because they are so vishes, they snarl and the glare.
      I have had sand thrown in my face, and water dumped on me.
      They tell their daughters to stay away from me.
      “She’s no good,” they say, “She’s dirty.”
      There has to be some part of me that’s clean.
      There has to be some part of me that worth something.
      If they would really look at me and knew me, they would see it.

      I’m almost at the well, —good because I’m thirsty.
      There is someone there, in the heat of the day?
      It’s a man. It’s a Jew. That’s all I need. They don’t like us Samaritans.
      Today I get to be looked down on by a Jew.
      Like being despised by my own people isn’t enough.

      I reach the well and let down my bucket. The man turns and looks at me.
      I’m afraid and act like I don’t notice him.
      I’m so thirsty.
      I hurry up my bucket and take a drink.
      I see the man and our eye meet, and yet I am not frightened.
      He looks at me like he knows me. Like we are closer than a brother or father.
      His eyes, are filled with love, real love and hope and light and love!
      He sees me, yet he does not despise me.
      And He says to me, “Please, may I please have a drink?”

Saturday: 42, 43; Ezekiel 39:21-29; Philippians 4:10-20; John 17:20-26
Sunday: 103; Daniel 9:3-10; Hebrews 2:10-18; John 12:44-50

Albany Intercessor

Lent quotes: Amy Welborn – shattering walls, all for Love’s sake

February 20, 2010

This isn’t to say, either, that we need to “try harder” or judge our spiritual lives according to any measurable sense of what we do or sacrifice. That’s not it either.

It’s simply recognizing that we are not in as close a union with God as we could be as God wants us to be, and that the obstacles are those that we erect: the idols we put in God’s place, the fears that we harbor, the love that we stifle, rather than share with others. There are walls that must be shattered, paths that must be avoided, illusions that must be shattered – all for Love’s sake.

Lent gives us a small way there. We look at our lives and see what needs to be “given up” – not for any ulterior purpose like losing weight, but for the purpose of loving God more deeply.

– From a 2005 blog entry at Amy’s old blog Open Book which we posted back at the old CaNNet version of Lent & Beyond

Dealing with Anger: Finding Strength in Weakness

February 20, 2010

I lately have been struggling with anger towards a certain friend, and so I found this article at Christianity today helpful.  Since Lent is a time for self-examination and repentance, I thought it would make a good Lenten reflection for the blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

Shortly after I began writing this column, I found myself in rare conflict with a friend. At first I thought my anger was giving me strength, bolstering my courage so I could deal with the issues. But the anger soon betrayed me, sapping my energy and compromising my ability to act according to wisdom and divine direction. It’s only as I have turned my hurt—and the overwhelming urge to prove that I’m right—over to God that I’ve begun to be able to respond (and sometimes resist responding) from a place of holy, rather than human, strength.

Psalm 37 is all about strength in meekness. It deals with trusting God to be God, and with not trying to do his job. The meek, for example, don’t repay evil for evil; they rely on God for justice (vv. 1-3). Several verses mention that the meek don’t fret. And the meek let God provide their hearts’ desires rather than trying to manipulate people and circumstances to get what they want (v. 4).

How much energy do I expend trying to secure provisions, control outcomes, and manage people’s perceptions of me? Psalm 37 tells us that the meek give that labor up. They trust God’s claims that he will provide, protect, and defend, and in so doing free up resources for putting their hands to God’s plow. It’s a good plan.

Full article here.

Hat tip to Pat at Transfigurations.

Fr. Nigel request for prayer

February 20, 2010

Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010
From: Fr. Nigel Mumford+
Subject: Fr Nigel Prayer update
My dear and faithful prayer warriors,

As far as I am concerned I have three pressing issues:

1)      The day my pressure sore closed up, thanks be to God, I had pain in my right side chest where one of the chest tubes were inserted. I had an x-ray of it and it shows a calcium mass between ribs 4 & 5. I will be seeing the surgeon next Thursday to find out what needs to be done. It is quite large about 3 inches across and a good half inch high. Apparently calcium grew around the tube and has been growing ever since. I am I am amazed that the prayers were answered in regard to not needing surgery on my rear! Thanks be to God. Please pray specifically that this calcium mass will dissipate naturally within the body. Thank you.

2)      My legs feel like lead. It feels like I am going backwards as far as PT is concerned. It is like one day forward and three back! I am finding it a real effort to walk… not sure what this is about. I should be getting stronger but feel worse! Please pray specifically for a new stamina and new energy for my major muscles in my body. I am calling upon you in need.

3)      Please pray as you have prayed for my life, for Fr. Hap Carrier. He really needs prayer and a lot of love. Please ask the Lord Jesus Christ to heal him with power, love and the ‘full on” compassion of the healer Himself, Jesus. Thank you so much. Please pray specifically that the Lord will remove every cancer cell in his body and restore him to perfect health.

I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your real prayers… the prayers of the righteous ARE powerful AND effective. James 5:16 This has been proven…

Do hope to see you on March 2nd 10am at the healing service at the CtK chapel.

Much love to you all… God bless you, Fr. Nigel+

Albany Intercessor

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