God has been revealing things to me lately…powerfully. And I don’t believe that they are at all for me to keep to myself. In fact, I feel like the primary reason He is speaking so strongly is because He wants me to write about the things that are being spoken deep in my heart.
Prayer…such great power in prayer. But it seems like that phrase doesn’t even suffice. I was talking to someone today who I said I would keep in prayer over thanksgiving. As I got back to my room, I reflected on that for a minute. The things I’m praying for this person are pretty big. This is not a formality. I’m asking God and all of Heaven to move for this person and his family. I’m asking that real grace and real power come crashing into this world like a meteor from the sky. That it would be that powerful and substantial. Truly magnificent. And this almost took my breath away. Because when I agreed to pray for him, I realized that I was, in a way, counting it as just one of those things we do as Christians. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Wake up, Nathan! You’re asking for the almighty King of the universe to pour His grace upon someone. Beg for it with all your heart! Be a sacrifice of love for this person, as Jesus was on behalf of us. We see in John 17 the fervor with which Jesus interceded for the world.
From a Scriptural standpoint, let’s look at some of the ways God has spoken to us the importance of prayer and what it means to call upon the Name of the Almighty.
First, the book of Esther…the fair and lovely Hadassa from Susa. In this book we see several important “types” (representatives that have a meaning beyond themselves). To put the story in context, Haman the Agagite, who has a great disdain for the Jews due to the fact that they do not bow in his presence (particularly Esther’s uncle Mordecai) requests that the king send out a decree that all jews be killed in the region. When the king agrees, the story says, “When Mordecai learned all that had been done, Mordecai rent his clothes and put on sackcloth and ashes, and went out into the midst of the city, wailing with a loud and bitter cry; he went up to the entrance of the king’s gate, for no one might enter the king’s gate clothed with sackcloth. And in every province, wherever the king’s command and his decree came, there was great mourning among the Jews, with fasting and weeping and lamenting, and most of them lay in sackcloth and ashes” (Esther 4:1-3). And then, “On the third day Esther put on her royal robes and stood in the inner court of the king’s palace, opposite the king’s hall. The king was sitting on his royal throne inside the palace opposite the entrance to the palace; and when the king saw Queen Esther standing in the court, she found favor in his sight and he held out to Esther the golden scepter that was in his hand” (Esther 5:1-2).
We see that the king’s palace was a place of real power. Those who entered were privileged and only those whom the king allowed to speak could enter. Esther was clearly breaking code in entering without being called. This was punishable with death in those times. However, the king extends his scepter to her, a sign that she has permission to speak and grants her the request of her people. In exegetical parallel, God’s courts are a place of pure holiness and power. Yet, God has “lowered His scepter” to His Church in Christ and called us into His courts. So let us “with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16). But let us remember that we are in the courts of the King. The King whose dominion is all that was ever created, to which all is subject. This is He from whom we make our request. The very angels who stand in His presence are called the Seraphim, the “burning ones.” This King has allowed us access into His courts through the blood of the Lamb, finding the temple of our hearts a pleasing place to dwell.
As the dwelling place of the Lord…if I could only grasp the significance of such a reality. This past summer in Europe I was in some of the most beautiful churches in the world; some of the most majestic structures made by human hands. As I was walking in the halls of Montmartre and Notre Dame in France, I heard God speak clearly to my heart, “It pleases me more to dwell within the hearts of my people.” This prayer sprung from my heart:
O Lord, when You could dwell in the grandest of cathedrals or the most majestic of structures, You choose to well in the hearts of Your people and reside in the depths of their souls. When You could ride the winds and arrive in mighty storms, You choose to rest in the peaceful breathing of a babe. When such majesty resounds in my soul and knocks on the gate of my heart, how could I not let Him in? How could I deny such a humble mender of souls, the Author of my salvation? I will then ask Him to be mine now and forever, that I may dwell in the courts He has prepared with His own hands.
“Holy Father, keep them in thy name, which thou has given me, that they may be one, even as we are one” (John 17:11b).
May we dwell in the courts of the Lord and implore His help on behalf of our brothers and sisters. He will surely respond with all of Heaven’s power!