If you are reading this blog, you are most likely a Christian or someone at least interested in Christianity. If you fit in the latter category of people, I urge you then to be open to statements that may not make sense to you. You can address any question to me as a comment and I will do my best to answer.
Without further do, let’s dive into our topic–prayer. The kind of prayer I want to address is one of the Biblical types of prayer, and more specifically–intercession for others. Interceding for others means bringing their needs to God and asking for His intervention on their behalf. One of my first experiences with intercessory prayers goes back in the Spring of 2005 when I worked as an interpreter in Haiti for a two-week American Mission trip focused on medical outreach by an organization named “Friend Ships.”
During these two weeks of translating for patients to nurses and vice versa, I experienced the most beautiful effect that prayer exerts on the person who prays. The Friend Ships crew set up about six medical tents on a large compound of a Church named Tabernacle de la Grace (Grace Village Ministries). They would see patients from 7:00 am until 5:00 pm with a lunch break in between and dinner at the end of the day. So, for a first-time interpreter I had my hands full. However, the excitement of meeting Americans and interacting with them for the first time in my life gave me more incentive than any addicting drug could. I found myself waking up at about 6:00 each morning and shoveling my toast and coffee into my throat faster than ever so I could join the missionaries in their loving work on behalf of Jesus.
In this devout endeavor for Jesus, the nurses and doctors required each interpreter to pray for each patient that walked into our tents on top of medical care. This policy commanded my utmost respect for the team for it showed their faith and dependence on God. I had fun lifting up every sickness or disease we dealt with. I prayed against unusual migraines, eyes infections, chest pains, intestinal parasites, urinal infections, yeast infections, cysts in hands or legs, etc. Besides the praying, I also enjoyed peering through the deep blue, or brown, or kaleidoscopic eyes of each nurses I work with as I switched my attention back and forth between them and each patient. Being the middle-man could not feel any better. Such a work allowed me to grow both culturally and spiritually.
Unlike the cultural growth I experienced, my spiritual growth did not kick in immediately. It took me the full two weeks of working as a translator and a prayer warrior to realize what God accomplished in me through the Holy Spirit because of intercession. Although I didn’t see the patients afterwards in order to assess their healing or effectiveness of the treatment, I felt closer to God just for invoking Him all day long. That didn’t stop just with feelings. Things would get better.
Before I can tell you how things got better, let me first explain the situation I was in. I was attending back then a college for Social Sciences called FASH (Faculte des Sciences Humaines) and took a break in order to work with the missionaries. School was on saturday as well as late weekdays, so I could afford to skip a few classes. This campus teemed with some of the prettiest girls Haiti had to offer the world. And as a young man, striving to keep a pure mind before the Lord, I found myself battling with certain thoughts when these girls would walk around campus dressed in the most provoking manner I had ever seen. By provoking I mean a way that the church girls didn’t dress. Some of the non-Christian ladies would wear tight-fitting pants and shirts that reveal their belly buttons–things that my young eyes were helpless to. When these females would walk around, that would turn my head around as well as if my neck was magnetically polarized to their hips. When they would sit down in the first classroom rows right in front of mine, I had a harder time focusing on the professor.
Now, after the two weeks of intensive translating and praying for the sick all day long were over, I started to notice a change in the way I viewed women. I went back to school and when these provoking-and-enticing-despite-themselves women would walk by, my eyes would not follow them up as my previous routine would demand. When they would sit in the front rows and I would happen to see what only a doctor or a husband should have seen in a certain context, I would find my thoughts fixed on God’s perspective on these ladies. The girls were no longer sexual objects to fantasize upon or people to put down, to despise or disgust. Rather, they were created in God’s own image.
For the first time in my 9 year-old Christian journey, I realized that I could think with purity about those females who didn’t know God and exposed too much of their bodies. My flesh could not take over my mind and body any more. I began to see these girls with compassion. I would think to myself, “If only so and so knew the Lord, she would value her body more and save her intimate parts for only one man and do so in the proper context.” Along with such thoughts I also felt the need to love the girls despite the darkness they were in and to share the light with them whenever I had the opportunity.
This change of behavior can only originate from a renewing in attitude and thinking. And this transformed mind, for my particular experience, came as a result of time spent with God on behalf of total strangers. Isn’t the Lord amazing? I wonder how many bad habits and inward sins that we Christians could successfully change if we practiced the right type of prayer (among others). How many victories we could get over sins if we just prayed more often for others and forget more about ourselves?Intercession serves sanctification well in the life of the one who prays. Praying for others brings inward purity.
Ephesians 1:16 “I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers.”
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