“Where two or three are gathered in my name…” Another God Moment

Do you want to find proof of God?  I heard someone say once that you must merely ask God to reveal Himself to you and at some point He will do just that.  In my experience, there’s another way to get the ball rolling.  Simply ask someone to pray with you and then give it a little time.  I would not be surprised if strange “coincidences” started to take place.

Back in the beginning of January, I attended a workshop at my church to learn about intercessory prayer.  Two women had written a book of scripturally based intercessory prayers and were showing us how to use it to intercede for the needs of others.  The journal was very detailed and provided varied prayers for different needs.  There were intercessional prayers for finances, physical healing, pregnancy, general blessings, and many more.

The journal seemed like it could be a really helpful tool, but I just did not think I needed to purchase it at that moment.  (We had just finished an expensive holiday season which included a costly fender bender.  Oops!)  As I was leaving the workshop, a woman who I had been sitting next to ran after me and practically shoved a copy in my face.  “Here!  I wanted to get this for you!  I bought one for everyone at the table.”  I was overwhelmed, and a little embarrassed, by her generosity.  I smiled, said thank you, and thought, now I will just have to put this to good use.  A couple days later, I had an opportunity to do just that.

I was on the phone with my mom and she was talking about my brother.  He was on the hunt for a new job and she was worried about him finding one.  Immediately I thought about the book of intercessory prayers.  I knew that there was a section on employment and finances.  My first inclination was to ask her to pray with me for my brother.  Although my mom believes in God and she does pray, for whatever reason, I felt silly asking her to pray with me.  Perhaps I was afraid that I would come off as high and mighty or as a total holy roller.  I’m not sure.  Actually, I think I might have been strangely afraid of who I was becoming; someone who interrupts a conversation to stop and say a prayer.  Yikes!  (But, what’s so bad about that??)  I cannot fully articulate why I felt so insecure or embarrassed, but I finally asked her to pray an intercessory prayer with me for my brother.  Of course she said yes.  Since it was over the phone, it felt a bit awkward reading this prayer while my mom was quiet on the other line.  We said “Amen” together and then carried on with our normal conversation.

About 15 minutes after hanging up, my mom called me back and was very excited.  “Courtney, you won’t believe it!”  Within about 10 minutes of ending our conversation, my mom had received a text from my aunt.  My aunt had a lead on a job for my brother.  Whoa…God moment.  I had chills!  God doesn’t always provide immediate answers to prayers, but in this case it sure seemed like He had.  Obviously, I do not know for sure that our prayer is what made this opportunity come up for my brother.  Some might say that it was just a coincidence.  All I know is that since I started to incorporate more prayer into my life, there have been many of these so-called “coincidences”.  As my faith has grown, I have started to believe that these coincidences are not coincidences at all and instead are little pieces of proof that God does exist.

In the Gospel of Matthew Jesus says: “Again, truly I tell you, if two of you agree on earth about anything you ask, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven.  For where two or three  are gathered in my name, I am there among them.”  (Matthew 18:19-20)  Other than the fact that Jesus basically tells us to do it, I think that another reason that praying with others is so powerful is the fact that you must humble yourself when you ask someone to pray with you.  In asking someone to pray with you, you are unabashedly sharing your faith in God with another person.  Or, at the very least, you are sharing your DESIRE to believe in God.  For, if you did not at least have some sort of desire for faith, why would you ask someone to pray with you in the first place?

So, what happened with my brother?  What resulted from that text message about a month and a half ago?  Well, as I write this post, my brother is completing his first week on his new job.  And yes, the new job came from my aunt’s text message that my mom received just minutes after we prayed together.  Coincidence?  I think not!


God Moments

I went on a retreat last year that really had life changing effects.  (Don’t get your hopes up, this post is not about that.  I’ll save that for another time.)  If you’ve ever been on a retreat of any sort, you know that you usually feel like you’re on a high in the days that follow the retreat.  As more days pass, this high starts to fade a bit.  For this reason, the particular retreat that I went on sets up small groups to meet regularly to try to keep that fire alive in the retreat participants.  At these small group meetings, we would start in prayer and then move on to talking about “God Moments”.  Where did we see God in our life since we last met?

For me, recognizing God Moments in my own life has been very affirming.  There are still times that I become doubtful of everything that I believe.  I start to think, wait, why do I believe this?  Is this just silly?  Am I too smart to take part in all of this religious stuff?  These God Moments bring me back to faith.

I had a big God Moment just this past Tuesday.  In the past couple months, we’ve had a couple different health scares with our Little Guy.  We thought that he might be having seizures that could possibly be causing developmental delays.  In order to investigate these concerns, a 72-hour ambulatory EEG was performed on Little Guy in our home back in September.  Luckily, no seizures were detected and his brain activity was normal.  (Lots of prayers answered there.)

In November, Little Guy came down with an awful case of croup and at the suggestion of a nurse, we had to rush him to the emergency room via an ambulance.  After a trip home and then a trip back to the ER, with a lovely overnight stay in the pediatric department, luckily Little Guy was okay.

So, the good news is that our Little Guy is now was in good health.  The bad news came recently in the form of BILLS.  Lots of medical bills!  An ambulatory EEG is not cheap and neither are ER visits with overnight stays.  Now, if you can’t already tell, I get a little concerned about money.  Most of us do, right?  This is the area where my faith is always tested.  Stress and worry can often overcome me in this area.  But, if I’ve learned anything in this last year, I know that stress and worry serve no good purpose.

On Tuesday, I was finally tackling the pile of medical bills.  I was going to make calls to ask to go on payment plans.  Back in my working days, this was never necessary.  So, frankly, it was a bit humbling for me to have to set up payment plans.  I don’t like “owing” anyone.  I don’t like to carry a balance on my credit card.  You get the idea.

I was about to make the calls and Little Guy reached up to our little prayer corner and grabbed the Virgin Mary statue.  (More on my prayer area another time!)  He never grabs for her.  I asked him to bring Mary to me.  He handed her to me with a big smile and I sat her down next to all of my bills.  Now, for any non-Catholics out there, don’t worry.  I don’t worship Mary.  No Catholics do.  But we do revere her and I like thinking about Mary as the ultimate female role model.  Having an image of her nearby is a great reminder to try to be like her, obedient to God’s will.  I also happened to have a little devotional book sitting out, which had a picture of Jesus on the cover.

As I looked at the Mary statue and the picture of Jesus, I remembered that I had once heard a woman say that she always says a little prayer before she sits down to pay her bills.  I’m not sure if I had ever really done that before and decided this was a good time to start.  I think I said something like, “Jesus, please help me figure out how to get all of these bills paid.”  Short and sweet.  And, seriously, I felt a sense of calm sweep over me and truly felt like Jesus was saying to me, “Don’t worry. You have enough.”

Right there, that sense of calm, was a God Moment for me.  I went on, made all of my calls, set up payment plans, and was done.

During one of the calls, I asked to speak to someone regarding a complaint that I had a about an ambulatory EEG technician.  Yes, it had been a couple of months, but I still couldn’t let go what had happened.

Background:  This technician was perhaps the most insensitive medical professional I had ever encountered.  As soon as he entered our home he complained about having to drive too far to our house.  When I asked questions about how toddlers cope with this procedure, he rudely asked me if I still even wanted to go through with it.  As he glued the EEG wires to Little Guy’s head, a process that took over an hour and a half, he commented that he couldn’t believe how much my Little Guy was crying.  (It’s a pretty traumatic experience for a 1 1/2 year old.)  And as a final insult, he did not provide us with a backpack to hold the receiver pack.  He just, quite  insincerely, apologized and said good luck almost sarcasticly when I asked how in the world was I going to trail behind a toddler while holding a wire receiver for 72 hours.  (The wires that were glued to his head were connected to this receiver pack.)  

The woman I was speaking with from the billing department had just helped me set up my payment schedule and was kind enough to give me the phone number for the owner of the ambulatory EEG service company.  A couple hours passed and a woman named Sonya called me to listen to my complaint.  She was very kind and a bit alarmed as I told her about my experience.  She was extremely apologetic.  I told her that I felt badly about not calling sooner but that life had gotten in the way and when I received the bill the memories of the bad experience resurfaced.  And I wanted to make sure that no one else had this kind of experience.   I felt good about getting it all off of my chest.  From the way Sonya was reacting, I felt confident that this man, who had treated us so poorly, would be encouraged to change his ways in future appointments.

I thought the phone call was over when all of a sudden, Sonya said, “I’m so sorry about all of this and I’d like to waive your balance.”  What?  I didn’t ask for this.  That wasn’t why I had called.  I had already made the first payment, in fact.  But, I decided this was another God moment.  He was helping me through her kindness and charity.  I told her if she wanted to waive the remaining balance, I would be so thankful.  I wanted to at least pay my first payment.

I felt a little shaky.  I was so shocked.  I looked at the little statue of Mary and picture of Jesus and remembered the simple prayer that I’d offered up just a couple hours earlier.

There are times when we think that prayer does not work and usually it’s because we do not know how it is working.  Or it is because we may say the wrong types of prayers.  We sometimes come to God with a laundry list of things for him to do in our lives.  We tell Him what to do.  It’s not wrong to ask God for something, but we have to also have the knowledge that we will only receive something if it is HIS will.  And answers to prayer only come in HIS time.  Sometimes we get immediate responses, sometimes it takes years.

When I prayed before paying my bills, I didn’t ask for a million dollars or even for the exact amount of money to pay for the bills.  I asked for Jesus’ help in figuring out how to get them all paid.  I asked Him to help, but humbly, I left HOW He would help me up to Him.  And believe me, it takes practice for a control freak like me to really trust Jesus and release the control to Him.  But oh, how awesome it is when I’m able to do that!

Have you had a God Moment recently?