Praying Through Closed Doors
Last Sunday as I was preaching I was strangely aware that others were praying for me. I usually feel this when I am travelling on a missions/ministry trip and I have particularly asked for prayer. I sometimes sense it when I am preaching in my home pulpit, but not often. Last Sunday though, we had many people who had invited their friends to church. In the Gospel stories we read that as people heard Jesus minister around the shores of Galilee, they then went and brought their hurting, broken, lame, wounded friends to come and hear Him for themselves.