Show Me How To Pray

God shows me how to pray. I say to God, "How would you like me to pray for so-and-so or such-and-such?" Then I stay alert and look around for clues to what His answer might be.

When Frank fell away from his faith I asked God how I should pray for Frank. Then I pulled up in front of a Jack In The Box restaurant. In the window were three posters for new products. One said, "Shake Things Up" - it was for a new milkshake; one said, "Outlaw Burger", and one said, "Choose Ciabata". So I took the three slogans and put them together to say, "Shake Frank up so he sees he is an outlaw and chooses salvation in Jesus."

I prayed this consistently for many months, and recently Frank reported that he did have a shake up, saw that he was going to go to hell, and chose Jesus. This has convinced me that when God shows you how to pray, He has you on target with His mighty and perfect will, and that's exactly where I want to be.

(You may ask, "Why didn't you pray that Frank would Things his Burger Ciabata?" But then I would have to say that God does not dwell in the meaningless, but thank you so much for the suggestion.)

Since then, I have asked how to pray for many family members and friends. I am using a lot of road signs and billboards and such, and finding this a very effective shorthand for prayer. One set of friends gets a prayer that they will be united in Christ, because I saw a United freight truck when I asked about how to pray for them. Another gets a prayer that she is washed spotless, because I happened to be passing a carwash that used those words when I asked God how to pray for her.

By the way, I am totally loving the current AT&T ad campaign that I'm seeing on city buses. When I laid concerns about the deterioration of my house before the Lord, He showed me an ad that says, "The Most Complete Provider for The Way You Live". Yes, I do live under Jehovah Jireh, according to "the Way"! Another ad says, "Your World Delivered", and I say AMEN.

Radio Death

The enemy of Life is reveling in the current discussion of the tomb of Christ that was "discovered" by film director James Cameron. Jerry and I were driving home last night listening to a radio host who was speaking in tones of conciliation and peace, but this man's words were an assault on the Truth of the Kingdom of God. "Wouldn't it be a good thing to know that Jesus didn't resurrect as a body, that he really was just a good man, and human like us?" Wouldn't it bring us closer to Jesus to know that he had a wife and child?"

As we were listening, suddenly a horrifying voice, clearly not the voice of the radio host, but a voice alongside him, uttered a garbled gutteral vocalization, not in recognizable language, but in a horrific sort of devilish laughter. It sent shivers down our spines. We had not a single moment's doubt whose voice it was. We immediately switched off the radio and had to pray away the creeping sense of evil that came through the airwaves.

How the devil loves it when the world denies the divinity of our Lord. I have heard him raising his awful noise - I was going to say rejoicing, but what joy does the devil know? He knows only the cruel, tearing pleasure of our destruction and death, which are the fruit of such lies as are being perpetrated by those who seek to disprove the Lordship of Jesus.