My grandmother lived with us from the time I was in first grade and she, along with my mom, were instrumental in modeling for me the ways of Jesus.
I can remember her often getting phone calls during the day to let her know that someone in our church family had requested prayer and her spending the rest of the afternoon on the phone, calling the other members of our church to call into action of community that would intercede in prayer on the behalf of the person requesting it. She called it her ‘prayer chain’ and I can’t even begin to fathom the works The Father has done over the years as a result of her faithfulness and at the asking of her community of the faithful.
I guess I grew up always knowing the power of prayer but not until recently have I really come face to face with the all changing and all encompassing power of people petitioning God on the behalf of another.
I’ve told you the story about the intervention I was involved nearly a month ago and I’ve told you the story about how God rescued this 19 year old girl who was addicted to meth, but I haven’t told you the how, partly because I am still trying to wrap my mind around it and partly because I’m still so in awe of it that I can’t find the words.
Everything about that weekend. Everything about the weeks and months leading up to that moment in time. Everything since, has all been a result of the power of God displayed through the asking of His people.
Not the cliche “I’ll pray for you” kind of sentiment that we often give to people when we don’t know what to say and then forget about them the minute we walk away, but the real thing.
Prayer. Communion with The Father. Face to the ground. Fervent. Heart felt and full of longing. Refrains offered up to the One who always hears. Calling out and calling on and falling on God. The kinds of prayers that are formed with words and the kinds of prayers that are formed from tears and just saying the name of “Jesus” when the words just won’t come.
Prayers of a community. The collective call of those who’s desire is for nothing less than the Kingdom of God to be present on the Earth as it is in heaven.
And in the days and weeks since witnessing the resurrection from death of this girl, I just can’t bear to think of all of the ways that God is waiting to move in the lives of those around me. And in my own. And that maybe He is just waiting to be asked.
And I’ve wrestled with God for the past 38 years and for the past 4 weeks and what I wanted to hear from Him was “Well done my good and faithful servant, your reward awaits in heaven” what I have heard Him say is “Now what?” What I’ve heard Him say is “How can it be that you have seen me move and you still aren’t convinced enough? How is it you can settle back into your routine of life and forget? Forget that I was and that I will be and that I Am?”
And for you I am sure that He uses sweet words and the brush of angels wings but for me, because He knows there is no other way, He shakes me and He says “You stupid girl. Wake up. I AM.”
And so that is really the cry of my heart. That I would wake up. That we would wake up.
While my grandma’s prayer chain might be a thing of the past, I believe with all that I am that God is stirring my generation. A generation of people who are broken and in need of being rescued. And in some little teeny, tiny way, I think He’s asked me to be a part of that by using the one thing I am best at, social media.
I know, I’ve had the same conversations with God over the last few weeks about how silly it sounds. About the plight of our country and our nation and about the suffering we see on tv and in our kitchens and in our hearts and that maybe asking people to “simply” pray for each other seems like it’s not enough.
And then God reminds me of a girl who is in rehab right now who should have been in the ground and He reminds me that He is always enough.
And so that’s where this new project comes in. Collective Call. Imagine it to be a 2014 version of my grandma’s prayer chain. A place where people can lay down the burdens of their hearts and know that a community of people will pick them up and carry them to The Father on their behalf. A place where broken people come to intercede with broken people knowing that in their own strength and left to their own devices, they are useless, but being confident in the transforming power of the One who longs to transform the dust of our lives into something beautiful.
I’d love it if you would join me. I have created a space on Facebook where people can leave their prayer request. You are free to share as much or as little as you are comfortable sharing. It can be a request for yourself or a family member or your city or our world. It can be descriptive or unspoken, it doesn’t matter.
And maybe by you sharing your real struggles and prayer request, you will give someone else the courage to share theirs.
And then together, as a community, a Collective Call, we will pray with and for you. Maybe as you are praying for someone you want to share some written words with them as a way of encouraging them and letting them know you are praying.
Maybe you just want to click the “like” and let your “thumbs up” be a sign that you are interceding on their behalf, again, it doesn’t matter how, just that you do.
I’d love it if you would “like” the Collective Call page on Facebook so that you can follow along with the requests and check there often. I would also love it if you would share this post with everyone that you know so that it can reach as many people as it can. Our community of prayer will be made stronger.
Collective Call: A Community of Prayer