A friend of mine texted and asked if I would be willing to pray regularly with her. She has felt that we are both intercessors--it takes one to know one, I suppose, and two is certainly better than one!
Intercession is another word that has somehow dropped off of my radar screen. But looking back, it's always been a part of my spiritual identity and how I tend to operate within Christ's body.
In college, I prayed regularly with a few girl friends. At Hope Christian Fellowship, I was part of the prayer team. At Yale, I also prayed regularly with friends. And I was invited to join the prayer ministry at Elm City Vineyard before I moved to Boston.
In Boston, this identity fled from my consciousness, in part because there was no one to really pray with. Also, because my theology was undergoing major overhaul, it was hard to find people to pray with that would be able to understand my perspective on the issues I was wrestling through.
And yet, in the loneliness of the wilderness, I have not been able to stop the prophetic part of myself from operating. Even in times when I told God I needed a break from being a Christian, I would find myself being awoken at dawn to write down the visions and words that I was receiving.
Intercession is behind-the-scenes work that involves spiritual warfare, pangs of childbirth, and seeing and feeling things before others in the church become aware. I didn't choose this role, but if it's what has been assigned, then I'm in!
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