Ever wonder if the words you pray for yourself and others reach heaven? And if you do manage to get a prayer through, do you think that God won't answer you? As believers we have a spiritual mandate to pray and not let up. read more
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One evening when I was praying, the Lord came to me and said, "If you will spend the night with Me, as the day dawns into the morning I will teach you how to have power over the devil." You can be sure I did not sleep that night.
I sat on a daybed by the window watching for the day to break. Just as it began to crack the tiniest bit, someone walked into my room. read more
Recently my good friend and co-worker married a wonderful, God-sent man. As I watched their beautiful Italian ceremony, I was reminded of the many years I spent with her praying and asking the Lord to send her a husband. So needless to say, I was excited to see her stroll down the aisle!
My friend wanted to be married, but she didn't waste time lamenting her singleness. But for many women, being single is a lonely life to live. They exhaust a lot of prayer time cutting deals with God: "Lord, if You allow me to get married, my husband and I will work together in ministry for You." But the reality is not everyone will get a chance to say I do, and God will still expect us to serve Him. read more
In 1925, the Lord told Bishop Charles Harrison Mason to send Elder O.T. Jones to pastor a large mission in Philadelphia. Elder Jones asked if my husband, Elder E.H. Dabney, and I could assist him. Bishop Mason said yes, and told me my job was to pray and write for the church.
One afternoon the Lord called my attention to [a bad] situation in the neighborhood. I asked God if He would give us the victory if I made a covenant with Him to pray. He said He would. God told me to meet Him the next morning at the Schuylkill River at 7:30.
I went home and asked my husband to take me to Riverside Drive the next morning. ... I was so afraid I would miss the appointment with the Lord that I sat up all night and crocheted. I dared not put my trust or confidence in an alarm clock. We arrived at a place where a tree was bent over the road, and the Lord said: "This is the place." read more
As her fingers eased over the piano keys, repeating gently the notes of the last chord of "Purify My Heart," Karen knew in her spirit that many had been touched by the worship this evening. A lingering smile sent her way from Wes, the worship team leader, confirmed it.
Karen slid quietly off the piano bench and headed for the music office. She glanced at her watch. If her husband, Marty, had been here, he would have been irritated that the music had taken so much time. He was always in a hurry to get home to his computer and The Wall Street Journal. She sighed.
"What was the sigh for?" asked Wes, who had been following her down the dimly lit hall of the Sunday school wing. "A pretty lady like you shouldn't have a care in the world! And your piano playing was...was...how can I describe the beauty and majesty you draw from those keys? Just being on the same team with you has been a thrill for me."
Karen slowed her steps to match his. read more
Do you sometimes wonder if God's promises to you will ever come to pass in your life? It may seem as if the Father has forgotten what He whispered to you in prayer, but He hasn't! Take heart and trust His Word. His plans for your life will come to fruition in His perfect timing. read more
The Bible tells us that God knew what He was doing when He made our physical bodies. "You formed my inward parts," the psalmist says, and "I am fearfully and wonderfully made...My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret...Your eyes saw my substance" (Ps. 139:13-16, NKJV). It is no accident, then, that women are equipped with certain body parts men don't have: wombs and breasts.
Why did God give women wombs? Why did He put breasts on them? The most obvious reason, of course, is to make it possible for them to bring forth and sustain physical life. In His perfect plan, God provided a means for mankind to "be fruitful and multiply" as He commanded (see Gen. 1:28; 9:1; 35:11). read more
This week I traveled to South Bend, Ind., to attend the funeral—or should I say the home-going service—of my 94-year-old grandfather. Lawrence Lowe Sr. was a spry man and as the patriarch of the Lowe clan, he possessed wisdom far beyond his years.
He stood about 5 feet 11 inches tall, but in my eyes he looked more like 6 foot 6. His ebony complexion hid the scars and hardships of growing up under the burden of racial segregation and Jim Crow laws. But he let nothing stop him from leaving his mark on the earth in his own unique way.
He spent his early years working as a farmer on his dad's farm along with his eight brothers, and as a carpenter in his latter years. His huge fists no doubt held the key to thousands of family stories that I unfortunately never got a chance to hear. read more
Hattie Philletta Hammond was born in Williamsport, Maryland, in 1907. She was always aware of the call of God on her life and at first wanted to be a missionary.
When her cousins would come for a visit, they would play Sunday school and church, converting and baptizing all the dolls in the neighborhood. She would preach to cows and chickens and to herself in the mirror. At school she gave out tracts and knew more about the map of Africa than the map of America.
When she was 12, Hattie was stricken with typhoid fever and was not expected to live. Her pastor was led to anoint her with oil and pray. Soon, her 106-degree fever broke, and from that moment, Hattie began to get well.
Still religiously inclined during her early teens, Hattie nevertheless found church life unsatisfying and would sneak off to take part in worldly activities. read more