The helicopter strained at its leash eager for take off. But the missionary lingered waiting for his heart to catch up with his steps to board. Evacuation mandated, no time for long good-byes meant tears mingled as he fled. Had he done any good, enough? What would happen to the small village of believers?
Flash forward, same country, forty years later, boarder’s open, and another missionary walks with the same villagers. Knowing the previous story, she asked a young lady, “And how long have you been a Christian?” The girl replied, “About ten years. My mother prayed for me, as her mother prayed for her.” The visitor smiled, If only the one who planted the seed could see this. In spite of the former regime’s severe restrictions, the mother’s trusted prevailing in prayer from the heart, and God heard.
And today, underneath this vibrating chaotic world which continues to divide, segregate, and compartmentalize who we are, what we should do and think, and where to live, are those persistent Christian praying women—the earth’s stabilizers: mothers, grandmothers, aunts who won’t allow their identify defined by any others than the One Whom their heart belongs to: Jesus, Christ. Languages, government, cultures, former beliefs merely separate us physically, not spiritually.
If believing women from around the globe bottled their tears: Any difference? And can a surgeon detect ones nationality from the beating heart held in his or her hands? With Christ: “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:26-28, NKJV).
God chose someone whom He could share His heart with: women. Christian praying women: gentle, strong, unwavering in faith, fierce for righteousness, quiet in spirit, yet will emotionally “Stand firm,” (Exodus 14:13) in the face of adversity for her Lord, and loved ones.
Women united in Christ, empowered by the Holy Spirit, from cities to tribes, desire His unimaginable help in unbelievable conditions, plugged into The power which never short circuits. They become like fireflies above a darkened, twirling globe filled with mistrust, wars, and heartache. At no time does their light of prayer diminish even if the stars should fail. No diplomatic forces, or societies inequities can deter them from living Colossians 3:2, “Continue earnestly in prayer, being vigilant in it with thanksgiving.”
Today, Praise God for the women who prayed in our life!