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Sunday Stillness – What is a miracle?

Sunday Stillness – What is a miracle?

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This week has been another week of praying the Jabez prayer.

I have been writing at Under the Cover of Prayer for the past two weeks about my struggle to find out where God wants me to put my time.

Am I Spinning my Wheels?

Is God Working Through Me?

I enjoy writing on my blogs but I am getting nothing else done. My painting is sporadic; my writing projects are on hold; I am learning more about Twitter but I feel like an infant just learning to sit up.

God says He will do the big things and I have to be confident and do the little things that He asks. When He is ready He will make the way for me to do His work and enlarge my territory for His glory.

I am looking forward to the enlargement of my territory.

But I am also aware that this could change how I do things. It could change my blogging. I am ready to do as He asks.

I am looking forward to my month sabbatical that starts on April 10th – the day we fly back to Canada. I feel that He will show me things that don’t normally happen. And I think He will do this for 3 reasons:

  1. I am watching where God is going and what He is doing.
  2. I am praying more and more – persistent prayers and circling them (as Mark Batterson from The Circle Maker suggests).
  3. I am reading through the New Testament for Lent and learning lots.

As I read through Acts I saw the miracles that the disciples were able to accomplish. They believed and they watched God at work. Miracles do happen nowadays too. But we need to focus more on God and less on the world in order to see the miracles.

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What Happens When You Pray to be Used?

Please welcome Melanie Fischer today – our new guest blogger.

What Happens When You Pray to be Used?

by Melanie Fischer

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My pen was the ticket to a two week adventure in one of Nunavut’s fly-in communities. A long-time friend invited me along to her native land to document the Inuit culture for promotional material.

As I tucked a decorative scribbler into my carry-on luggage, I prayed,

“Lord, use me on this trip.”

We covered many miles across Canada to the Southern tip of Baffin Island. I covered many more miles with the end of my pen as I captured the culture and many exciting stories.

The story that earned the title “highlight of the trip” went like this:

Artists in the community bubbled with excitement as they prepared for the art sale. My stay was almost over, so I was thrilled to be able to attend. With my camera and camcorder in hand I sauntered from table to table, snapping pictures and chatting. I approached a table with a jolly Inuit lady and a man who resembled Santa.

The couple was especially friendly and generous in sharing stories. They paused to ask where I was from. “Close to Edmonton,” I stated. They gasped and explained that their son, Tommy, lived in a group-home there. Saddened that he was lonely and without family, they asked if I would stop and say hi for them.

I glanced down at my video camera, “would you like to say hi to him yourself?” I asked. They enthusiastically accepted the idea. The mom stared into the camera and delivered a message in her native tongue. I did not understand her words but I empathized with her tears.

The father then gazed at the video screen; a thick French accent buttered the phrase “I love you Tommy.” He was a man of few words, but he didn’t need them to deliver the message that he deeply missed his son. He quickly wiped away tears then nodded to indicate he was done. I closed up my camera then received contact information.

On my way home I had a one night layover in Iqaluit. As I approached the hotel front desk, a cheery young man asked me where I had come from. When I told him he laughed and said that was where he was from. “Maybe you met my mom and dad,” he chuckled.

He described his mom as a large Inuit lady and his dad…a Frenchman with a white beard. “Your brother is Tommy!” I exclaimed. He clasped his hand to his heart and spilled out “You know Tommy?” I told him how I was delivering a message from his parents to his brother.

Before I could even complete the question, “would you like to send him a message?” he stared impatiently at my camera, waiting for it to turn on.

The next day I arrived in Edmonton. A shy Inuit fellow sat across from me at our meeting place. He played the videos over and over, straining to hear every word.

You never know what will happen when you pray the prayer “Lord use me!”

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Melanie Fischer

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Melanie is a writer and blogger. She has recently discovered that perhaps God has not created technology to punish us, but rather to propel His message into the world. She is passionate in sharing this newfound knowledge and equipping others to live their purpose. This has led her to recently start up the endeavor “Hungry for Purpose.” You can visit her blog and see what else she is up to on her website www.hungryforpurpose.com Melanie is a member of Inscribe Writers Fellowship.

Do You Doubt the Power of Prayer?

Do You Doubt the Power of Prayer?

by T. L. Wiens

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It’s strange. After all this time of waiting for that one phone call that I didn’t want to receive, today I don’t wait. It’s not because my brother has passed but been healed.

My brother was diagnosed with a heart condition for which there was no treatment. His diabetes made it impossible. He was weak. His wife would sit on the edge of her seat every time he went to the bathroom fearing he would collapse from the effort the most basic of bodily functions took out of him. My brother has always been a musician and to see him too weak to play and sing was hard.

That was last year.

Today, my brother stands on a stage with a guitar in his hands, his voice strong and clear. It doesn’t even hit me at first—something has changed since the last time I saw him. Then I read his response to his Facebook birthday wishes—“Looks like I might get to enjoy more of these than I thought.”

My brother has been healed. Praise God! Praise Jesus Christ!

I know people doubt the power of prayer. It’s funny that even with the claim of healing, they mock. My brother had a genetic condition. It showed on his tests. It’s gone. This is not something a doctor could do. Nature didn’t just right something. My brother was healed!

Jesus Christ heard our prayers and touched his body.

The Bible warns about seeking signs and wonders. (Matthew 16:4) However, when God chooses to intervene in our lives beyond that which is natural, we need to praise Him. My brother spent the last year preparing to die. Now, he has the chance to use all that he learned, the relationship he developed with Jesus Chris to live.

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Tammy Wiens

Tammy lives in Saskatchewan with her husband. They have four children. She enjoys gardening, walks along the beach and being on the farm. She has a passion for her faith, studying the Bible and prayer.

She has published two books; Where a Little Rain Comes Down and Making the Bitter Sweet. A short story, “May’s First Christmas” appeared in Christmas Chaos, a collection of stories about Christmas experiences that don’t make the fronts of Christmas cards. “Careful What You Whisper” is another short story about Tammy’s experiences after breaking her back. It can be found in A Second Cup of Hot Apple Cider. Visit T. L. Wiens for more information about Tammy’s books and workshops.

What’s the Point of Prayer Anyway?

What’s the Point of Prayer Anyway?

by Bruce Atchison

Prayer

Kneeling to Pray

 But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him (Matthew 6:7-8 KJV) .

In my previous post to this blog, How I Got a Miracle House, I’ve dealt with my childish misunderstanding of prayer and my errant use of Christ’s name. Both misapprehensions came from my not knowing about the sovereignty of God. Because many Christians lack this knowledge, they stray into many harmful beliefs.

One question which comes up often is why bother praying if the Lord already knows what we need.

Prayer isn’t some magic incantation but
our dialogue with our heavenly Father.

As a loving father, he wouldn’t give us what would maliciously hurt us. Whatever happens to us is filtered through his permissive will. The first chapter of Job is a good example of how Satan can’t do anything unless God lets him do it. At the end, Job had twice as many cattle and other things. He also had another family on earth as well as those waiting for him in heaven.

The Lord demonstrated his sovereign power to me by granting my prayer for a quiet location in which to write. I moved from place to place in Edmonton but every new apartment, condo, or house I moved to had disagreeable neighbours. I finally concluded that relocating to a small town might be better.

In the spring of 2000, I received a lump sum payout from the federal government. As a clerical worker, the Public Servants Alliance of Canada claimed that people in my category weren’t paid the same as other government employees. The Treasury Board awarded us with the accumulated back pay after they lost their court case against the PSAC.

As I toured house after house in small communities, I prayed that I would find a place with no nearby neighbours and within walking distance of a town. When I found my current home, I realized the Lord let it stand empty so that I could occupy it right away. Moreover, the hamlet had a grocery store and other amenities that were within walking distance of my house.

I used most of the money from the government to put a down payment on my new  home and to install a septic field. My gift from God has been paid off for seven years and my hope is that I can live here for the rest of my life. It’s like a permanent writing retreat.

Bruce Atchison

Bruce is a legally-blind freelance writer. His articles have appeared in a variety of magazines and newsletters. Additionally, he is VP of Communication for the Athabasca-Sturgeon-Redwater constituency association of the Wildrose Party. Atchison is also the author of three memoirs. He lives in a tiny prairie hamlet with his two house rabbits. See him at his blog (WordPress) blog (Blogspot), TwitterFacebookLinkedIn, and Virtual Bookworm.

HOW I GOT A MIRACLE HOUSE

Today I would like to welcome Bruce Atchison, a new contributor to Under the Cover of Prayer. He discusses how his prayer request changed as he grew closer to God.

The Miracle House

by Bruce Atchison

A Shelter and Quiet Place (not Bruce’s house!)

John MacArthur once said that providence is a far greater miracle than miracles are. Since God is all powerful, He can create whatever He wishes. With providence, countless variable factors have to line up for God’s will to be done.

A dozen years ago, I learned this important lesson.

I prayed earnestly each day for a quiet place where I could write in peace.

God seemed deaf to my cries as I waited for his answer. Wherever I moved, noisy neighbours and loud cars ruined my concentration.

In April of 2000, my mom happened to mention a real estate lady who she chatted with at the mall. When she gave me her phone number, I asked about seeing houses in small towns.

The realtor drove me to several hamlets but the houses were too expensive or not the sort I had prayed for.

The Prayer:

I asked the Lord for a home not near other houses and outside of  a town with a grocery store.  I also said that if the house I liked was still on the market for a few days after I saw it, I’d buy it.

The Answer:

The real estate woman drove me to Radway one afternoon. The house we looked at was located across the tracks and had no other houses nearby. The hamlet had a grocery store, post office, drugstore, and library. When I called a few days later, it was still on the market.

Additionally, I received a large payment from the federal government at that time. Since I had been a clerical worker, the government had underpaid us. The lump sum not only paid the down payment but I added a septic field to the system.

If any one of the factors had been different, I might still be renting or paying a hefty mortgage.

Thanks to God’s all-inclusive care, I now own my home and have had twelve wonderful years of solitude. Most importantly, His marvelous gift corrected my errant notion that the Lord only gave people what they needed if they worked up enough faith.

Psalm 37:4 shows that we should line up our desires with those of our Lord. He knows what will be best for us and accomplish His will as well.

“Delight yourself in the Lord
and he will give you the desires of your heart.”

I wrote about this answer to prayer in my new paperback and e-book, How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity.

 Bruce Atchison

Bruce is a legally-blind freelance writer. His articles have appeared in a variety of magazines and newsletters. Additionally, he is VP of Communication for the Athabasca-Sturgeon-Redwater constituency association of the Wildrose Party. Atchison is also the author of three memoirs. He lives in a tiny prairie hamlet with his two house rabbits. See him at his blog (WordPress) blog (Blogspot), TwitterFacebookLinkedIn, and Virtual Bookworm.

A MIRACLE STORY

A Miracle Story

by T. L. Wiens

We celebrated my mom’s 75th birthday this year. It was wonderful to gather with family and remember. But for me, this celebration, as every birthday celebration with my mom, was special.

I wasn’t born when my mom’s heart troubles began. In those years, doctors didn’t know what to do to help so my mom kept getting weaker. It was during one of her frequent hospital stays that a pastor stopped by. He wasn’t from our church but he felt pulled to my mom’s room. It wasn’t long before he became a regular visitor.

Then it happened. My mom’s heart stopped. She was declared dead. But this new pastor friend wouldn’t accept that. He petitioned God for a miracle.

I was fifteen years old and sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for my mom to return from getting some blood work done when a nurse handed me my mom’s medical file. I have no idea why she did this but I couldn’t resist taking a peak.

It was there in front of me. Cardiac arrest. Unable to resuscitate. The rest of the page was blank. However, when I lifted that page, it was like the page before it never happened.

The fact that I still have my mom is a miracle. But there are many miracles like this in the kingdom of God. Every believer has that page where they no longer exist but Christ lives through them. What an amazing thing to be given new life. I know without the miracle of bringing my mom back, I wouldn’t exist.

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.  Galatians 2:20

Tammy Wiens

Tammy lives in Saskatchewan with her husband. They have four children. She enjoys gardening, walks along the beach and being on the farm. She has a passion for her faith, studying the Bible and prayer.

She has published two books; Where a Little Rain Comes Down and Making the Bitter Sweet. A short story, “May’s First Christmas” appeared in Christmas Chaos, a collection of stories about Christmas experiences that don’t make the fronts of Christmas cards. “Careful What You Whisper” is another short story about Tammy’s experiences after breaking her back. It can be found in A Second Cup of Hot Apple Cider. Visit her website for more information about Tammy’s books and workshops.

PERSISTENT PRAYER

 Persistent prayer

by Violet Nesdoly (reprinted from June 22, 2011)

“The Shunamite Woman”
by Harold Copping

TODAY’S SPECIAL: 2 Kings 4:18-37

TO CHEW ON: “He went in therefore, shut the door behind the two of them and prayed to the Lord.” 2 Kings 4:33

When the Shunamite woman’s son died so suddenly and unexpectedly, she was desperate. Without taking the time to explain to anyone what had happened or what she was doing, she rode straight to Elisha, the man of God.

Go to God
In her action I see the first prayer principle we find in this passage. It is one for the person needing prayer — we’ll call him/her the pray-ee. When we’re that person and in trouble, the best place to go is to God — or, as in the woman’s case, to someone who knows God and has a close relationship with Him.

Accept no proxies
Elisha sent his servant back with his walking stick (staff). But the woman wouldn’t leave Elisha until he himself agreed to come too. We see she was wise in this, for though servant Gehazi worked for Elisha and carried his equipment, his prayers didn’t have the same effectiveness. The principle here is another one for pray-ees: Don’t settle for less than what your conviction has impressed on you; don’t be content with proxies. This is not unbiblical — for not all Christians have the gift of faith and miracles (1 Corinthians 12:4-10).

Follow God’s instructions
When Elisha arrived, he went into the room with the boy and prayed for him. Then he did a strange thing – laid himself on top of the boy so that his mouth was on the boy’s mouth, his hands on the boy’s hands etc. Lo and behold, the boy’s flesh became warm. I see in this a principle for the pray-er: follow God’s instructions as you pray, both in what you say, and what you do.

Keep praying until the burden lifts
But the boy didn’t revive. The passage describes Elisha walking back and forth in the house. I can just imagine his anguished praying: “God, is this Your answer? Isn’t there more? What do I do now?” I see here another principle for the pray-er: Keep praying until the burden lifts.

Of course Elisha didn’t quit but returned and stretched himself over the boy’s form again. This time the lad came back to life and Elisha gave him back to his overjoyed mom.

Next time we have a big problem or someone comes to us to pray for a big problem let’s remember these principles — and put them to the test.


PRAYER: Dear God, thank You for the Shunamite woman’s simple faith and Elisha’s creative and persistent prayer. Help me to be more reliant on You in trouble and more keen to listen to Your instructions and to persevere when I pray — for myself and others. Amen.

MORE: “I Must Tell Jesus”

If anything will drive us to Jesus it is big problems. Elisha Hoffman wrote a song about that in 1894. Here is its story:

“Hoffman’s pastime was writing hymns, many of which were inspired by pastoral incidents. One day, for example, while calling on the destitute of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, he met a woman whose depression seemed beyond cure. She opened her heart and poured on him her pent-up sorrows. Wringing her hands, she cried, ‘What shall I do? Oh what shall I do?’ Hoffman knew what she should do, for he had himself learned the deeper lessons of God’s comfort. He said to the woman, ‘You cannot do better than to take all your sorrows to Jesus. You must tell Jesus.’

Suddenly the lady’s face lighted up. ‘Yes!’ she cried, ‘That’s it! I must tell Jesus.’ Her words echoed in Hoffman’s ears, and he mulled them over as he returned home. He drew out his pen and started writing…

‘I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone…’

From Then Sings My Soul: 150 of the World’s Greatest Hymn Stories by Robert J. Morgan, p. 233.

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Violet Nesdoly

Violet freelances in several genres and has been published in a variety of print and online publications. Her articles, stories, and activities have appeared in Keys for Kids, Devotions for Girls, Devotions for Boys, Clubhouse, Guide, Primary Treasure, Partners, Pockets and others. She has also published two books of poetry and is an avid blogger. She is a member of Inscribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship and a professional member of The Word Guild.