I entered into our friend’s apartment with my only energy coming from the Holy Spirit. Being up most of the night, 1 – 7 am, praying and interceding for our city, schools, and friends. We had made it to hour 22 and only two more hours till we completed 24 hours of straight praying. Sleep-deprived yet filled with God’s heart and passion we all entered into a time of all the X city workers coming together. We knew that these past 22 hours God had been moving in the hearts of our friends, breaking away the calluses around their hearts.
So we all walked into this time ready to give our God all the praise He deserved. As the guitar was ringing and we were all crying out toGod, there was a knock on the door. The guard of the complex had asked us to quiet down and we quickly obliged and apologized.
Within minutes there was another knock on the door and this time it was the police. I’m pretty sure all of the first timers, like myself, had a slight panic attack when the police officers entered the house. They began looking around as if we were hiding some stolen jewel. As the time ticked on our nervousness began to increase. Ten minutes passed and then thirty minutes and still we had no clue what was going on, all we were told to do was pray.
A notepad was passed around and we were asked to write our last names down. Now my palms are sweating. I have seen way too many action movies that start out this way… I think I may need to lay off the movies.
They decided to corral all 23 of us into a 13-person police van to take us down to the local station. At this point I just decided that a life in a Asian prison was the obvious next step for me. So take me away, Mr. Officer. But God had our backs the whole time. We got to the station and within an hour we all typed our last names into the database and it proved that we were legal to be in the country. They took us back to the apartment, with no violations.
That time of interceding, we knew that something was shifting and that God heard every word that came out of our mouths and hearts. So we knew that the enemy wasn’t happy and wanted to rile us up. We know that going into this semester God has some pretty amazing things in store for each one of our friends. Would you partner with us in continuing to pray for a ripe harvest?
After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice: “Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”