Oh how powerful it is to know that someone is there for you crying not because of their personal suffering, but because of your suffering, in anguish because you are in anguish, hurting because of your lost.
When I got home from work I signed on to FaceBook and one of my new friends had posted how difficult it was dealing with the lost of a significant other. I just like him have a hard time dealing with the lost of someone I care for. However even though it seams I’m never one for a lost of words, I knew there were no words that would make the pain go away.
This evening after church I got a phone call, the son of one of our members was in a tragic accident. I could not wait to get home because I know this was one of those times when God himself All Mighty wanted me to pray. However just moments later I got a second call, he was dead.
My mind wandered back to the earlier conversation about the tribe in
Oh how wonderful it would be if I could cry the family through their pain on the strength of my prayers. If I could just pray to the point of tears for someone else not just rehearse a quadrangle of spiritual gibber jabber but really be moved by my own prayers for them. What value are my prayers if I am not moved by them, how do I expect God to move because of my prayers? So with clouded eyes I pray;
Jesus Christ I pray, Amen