[the 26th
Wednesday]
TT
XXVI
A
Silver Chain
ach Wednesday we turn the hour over to
God, asking Him to pray through us. And He does, putting the
concerns on our hearts and giving us the words to pray for them.
Last week, He showed us how each prayer was a link in a chain. Each
link attached to the previous one, extending the chain closer to
where it was going – which only He knew.
Basil had suggested that instead of
petitioning Him for our needs, and interceding for the needs of
others as we envisioned them, we should give Him a gift of thanks,
devoting the entire hour to thanking Him for all that He had done.
So – we did. The time flew. In recent
weeks the hours have been accelerating. This one was the quickest of
all. And as we lifted each prayer of thanks, we became aware of the continuity in them. Each
link was a progression of the previous links. We were a prayer team,
forming a silver chain. And the key was to listen carefully in our
hearts, before we added the next link.
Before we departed, Marilou received
an encouragement for all of us.
My children, it pleases me that
you are here today. Your faith is the gift that is most important to
me. With your faith, mountains will be moved and closed doors – and
hearts – opened in my name. My plan will be fulfilled for the city
of Boston, the USA,
and the rest of the world. Your are lights in the darkness. My light
shines through you, more and more each day. Thank you, my children,
for your faithfulness.
As of Wednesday, December
7th , the Noon Hour goes public. Eight times a day this
invitation will be heard over WEZE and WROL:
Will you not pray with me one
hour? That was Jesus’ appeal to those closest to Him on His last
night on earth. But exhausted from all they’d been through, they
fell asleep. Today the Lord is again seeking the companionship of
those who have been walking with Him. Are we too busy? To
stressed?
In 1857 in New York City,
Jeremiah Lanphier invited those who loved God but had little time
for Him, to pause from their work and gather for prayer at the Noon
hour. If they could spend a full hour, fine. If they could only
spare a few minutes, that was also fine. They were not coming to be
preached at or proselytized. They were not coming to be entertained.
They were simply coming to pray.
Out of that humble gathering grew a
great spiritual hunger that swept New York and spread to other
cities and ultimately went around the world.
Join us at Tremont
Temple,
88 Tremont
Street, each Wednesday, at Noon. Come for
a few minutes, or an hour if you can, as together in meekness we
offer Him our prayers. Tremont Temple, Wednesday, at Noon. .
. .
Will you not pray with me one hour?
