Intercessory Prayer

“I’ve prayed more for them than I have for anyone else,” Grandpa told me when I called to tell him about our miracle meeting with a Haitian sister who had left the Fold.

We went to the large church in Queens to help friends with serving a meal to the homeless community. A Haitian youth girl and I chatted together while observing the crowd in that basement dining hall. After telling Jasmin about my grandparents’ service in Haiti, she said, “I’m going to tell my mother.” In a short time, the mother came and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Madam had worked for my grandparents while they were missionaries in Haiti. Her and her husband had been members of the Church of God in Christ, Mennonite, in Haiti, but they had walked away from God and the Church.

It wasn’t hard for our God who hears prayer to bring two people from two different backgrounds and places together in a church basement in Jamaica, Queens. (It does look impossible to me!)

Since then, we have been witness to these miracle meetings a number of times: The Pakistani man who stopped his van where I stood on Broadway. He had often worshipped with us before moving to Toronto; the lady at a picnic table in New Hampshire who said she’d once wore a prayer covering; the sister who walked away from the Church but who fell into my arms when God put us  both on the second floor of Elmhurst Hospital. Recently, while in a park, a dad pushing his child in a stroller began talking to us. He looked quite shocked when I called him by name. Somewhere, Michael has loved ones praying for him.

I write this to give you courage today. God hears our prayers, and all power belongs to Him! “He is able.” Berniece