October 5th, 2017 — DEVOTE

I spend a good amount of my time in prayer. I pray when I drive… when I’m in my workshop… out on the boat… or just walking in the woods. I love to pray. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Don’t picture me as a monk in some monastery, down on my knees before an altar, praying. I’m not that devoted or spiritual, though I probably should be. But, nonetheless, I love to pray.

I love to be in dialog with my God. I talk to Him – He talks to me. I’ve learned there are more times than I’d like to admit, I would be better off listening, than speaking. But God is patient. He lets me spill my beans, and ramble on, like a little boy who just got back from the zoo and wants to tell his dad all about it. I lay all my concerns before Him, knowing full well, I can’t hide anything from Him. I tell Him what I need and what I desire. I ask for wisdom a lot, because the Word tells us if any of us need wisdom, we should ask God, and it will be given to us. (James 1:5) I seek His direction because I’ve gone the wrong way too many times.

But there’s a part of my prayer life which makes a good many Christian people uneasy. They’re a bit uncomfortable when I start praying for others who are being attacked by the enemy. That’s when my voice gets louder and though my eyes are probably closed, I have a scowl on my face. My mom and dad named me Mark which I think was prophetic because Mark means “Warrior.”

When the enemy steps in and causes fear, doubt, heartache and sickness, many Christians never recognize it as an attack from the enemy and many are more focused on their problem… their dilemma… their disease… than on God and they don’t even begin to think about prayer until much later. There are times, I’m no different. I get caught in the waves of life, being tossed back and forth, instead of taking my ground and standing on the Rock.

But, hopefully, it doesn’t take as long anymore for me to realize that  “it’s on!” I’m in spiritual warfare mode. If Satan wants to pick a fight, I all in! I won’t back down. I won’t tuck tail and run and hide. And he’s going to get an earful of the power and strength of Jesus in me. I will get loud! I will cry out. I will demand him to let go. I refuse to offer up wimpy prayers that offer little hope or help because all things are possible for my God.

Do you realize Jesus prayed like that? The Word says…
“And while Jesus was on earth, He begged God with loud crying and tears to save Him. He truly worshipped God, and God listened to His prayers.” Hebrews 5:7 CEV

Here’s my word of encouragement for you today: Who in your life needs someone to fight for them? Who’s that person whose life is in a mess right now and they can’t fight for themselves, but you can. By the power and blood of Jesus, cry out! Make some noise! Tell the enemy to back off. Tell him his rights and privileges have been revoked because Jesus lives.

Hear my heart cry for those in need. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

Rev. Dr. MM Marxhausen