Made for Prayer

In the early 80's, we were living in Florida. Brad had went to the local pier to fish one evening. He called me at home sometime after 11pm to say the fish weren't biting, and he was heading home. This was before the days of cellphones so he actually went to a pay phone to call. The instant I hung up the phone, I felt a heaviness and a chill..why did he call to tell me he was coming home? He had never done that. I decided to pray, time him, and if he wasn't home in the appropriate amount of time, I would go look for him. I just felt something was wrong. Mentally I charted his route home....turn by turn coming from the Island and prayed for his safety. About the time I felt he should be getting close, I heard a car up the street begin to rev its engine. Next I heard tires squealing and the car began to accelerate, roaring past our street. I suddenly realized that this was what I was praying for. I wish I could say I stood in faith, since the Lord had seen fit to warn me, but the reality is I crouched to the floor with my hands over my ears waiting for the sound of the impact and tearing metal. I heard the racing car hit the brakes and the tires began to scream, as the driver tried to stop. It seemed like forever and then there was just silence. A minute later, Brad's headlights showed in the driveway. I ran out to ask what happened, and he told me the guy in the racing car tried to stop at the intersection and couldn't. He slid across the street and into a Church parking lot, spinning completely around before he came to a rest. Brad said the intersection light had suddenly turned red, and he had to jam on his brakes to stop in time, and almost the same instant the other guy flew through the intersection. That would have been enough of a miracle for me, but there's more. The traffic light that turned red, was cycled off at night and only flashed yellow after 11pm.

When Jesus was in the garden, He took only 3 of the disciples, Peter, James and John, with Him, to His place of sorrow. The rest he told to stay behind. Now think about this....Jesus is not partial...He loves everyone. He's not envious or jealous...but He is looking for those who will wait with Him. Jesus lives to make intercession for us, the Word says. Even now....Jesus is interceding.
I want to be one of those He calls "friend." Intimate. Part of the company He says to, "Come with me." One who waits with Him in both joy and sorrow. I don't ever want Jesus to weep alone, and I want the joy of laughing with Him for sure! But like all three men, I fail. I doze off, not understanding the importance most of the time, of the moment where His heart stirs mine and calls me to Himself. This is intercession. Not our puny compassion's, and sorrows, but His, imparted to me to share in. Not my little ideas and grandiose thoughts, but His plan, purpose and will downloaded into my spirit. Our prayers are mixed together, calling forth the things that are not as though they are. Healing the sick and raising the dead. Giving sight to the blind and opening the ears of the deaf....if I will only wait...Lord, give me the grace to wait.