Manataka™ American Indian Council
MESSAGE OF THE MONTH
By Manataka Elder, The Rev. Dr. Fred D. Wilcoxson PhD
“Hope is the match, prayer is the fire. If you know someone who needs a little help in getting a prayer life going, ask them if they ever hope for something. It’s a safe bet that they do. And all the time. Humans are hopeful creatures. We are in an almost daily state of hope. We hope it won't rain. We hope we get better. We hope we win. Hope is a constant for us in our emotional matrix. Prayer is simply hope captured. Rather than a fleeting wish, through prayer hope becomes a focused intention. Prayer matures hope by allowing God to light a fire.” ~The Right Reverand Steven Charleston, Choctaw
The Power of Prayer
It is said that a missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan.
Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident. Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated.
He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But, just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards."
At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone out in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone."
At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day that this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date and the man who interrupted told him this story:
"On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong; I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. I wasn’t concerned with who they were - he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.
This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in mysterious ways. If you ever hear such prodding, go along with it.
Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven~ Psalm 107:28-30
A personal note: On March 30, 2012, Ian, our 7 year old grandson was struck by a postal vehicle while playing in his front yard in Newnan, GA. He was flown to Egleston Children’s Hospital in Atlanta in very critical condition. While the helicopter was in the air, calls were being made and Facebook posts were being written asking for prayers for Ian. I am very happy to report that Ian is at home recovering. He is still on concussion precautions and will not be able to go back to school during this school year; but is expected to make a full and complete recovery. Thanks to each and every one of you who prayed for him, put him on your church’s prayer list, and forwarded the FB posts. Prayer works. Fred
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