I left the house at around 9:10pm last night headed to the church. While I was halfway to the church, I just said to myself that I know prayer works. Maybe that’s what started last night.
I’m not sure how to explain it, but after the first Prayer in the Darkness a few months ago, I lost faith in it. I’m honestly not sure if it was faith or hope, or just my attitude (or a mixture of all of those). Secretly, I’d been putting more stock in the actual turnout than I was on the purpose of the night. Since the first night, I’ve been learning (more or less) that it’s not really about the numbers.
With all of that said, I started last night completely different. While the actual Prayer in the Darkness doesn’t start until 10pm, I got there at around 9:15pm. I wasn’t about to let numbers defer what the focus of the night was. I was there for one thing, and that was for prayer. I’m not sure I could tell what the first song I turned on was (it was a David Crowder song, though). I’m not sure how many times I went and adjusted the sound (I think it was three times, though). I’m really not sure how lame I looked (not going to comment about that). I also decided after I had been there a minute or two, that I wasn’t about to stay in my box the entire time.
So that’s what I did. I moved out of where I’m always at and did what I’m better at doing. I didn’t even think about the numbers before service. I just knew that when everyone else got there, I wanted God to already be there — and I didn’t want to be so enveloped in something else to completely miss it.
To make a long story short, it was the largest turnout ever, and I
believe know that walls were broken. It was the first time where I wish there was room for one more hour … at least. And everyone left smiling? At midnight?
September 23. That’s the next Prayer in the Darkness. One night at a time, this cities walls are crumbling. That city on that hill over there is going to be known for what it’s meant to be soon (soon) …
Until next time …