Saturday, July 5, 2008

Divine appointment at a prayer meeting

I've been getting together with a younger pastor, named Brad, from the church our family attends. We talk about theology and whether Kansas City has better barbecue than Texas. Last Tuesday, he told me about a prayer meeting that he wants to start going to. Since we both talked about giving our prayer lives a shot in the arm, I decided to take him up on the offer.

"Oh, yeah," he said, "it's from 5:00 to 6:00 am." Since I'm now a math teacher, it was relatively easy for me to calculate that I would have to get up pretty darn early for this prayer meeting. But I was motivated and curious.

The prayer meeting was this past Thursday. We had a great time. There were about eight of us altogether meeting in the living room of this young couple. From a quick survey of the room, I'd say that I was about 14 years older than the next oldest person, but I felt right at home. One guy led worship on guitar, and we prayed in between songs.

Afterward, I introduced myself to the guy who hosted the prayer meeting. His name is also Brad—no relation—and he's a 23-year-old, on-fire-for-Jesus type of guy. I couldn't believe how much energy he had at such an early hour. (Then I reminded myself that he had no kids.) We clicked right away and started talking a little bit about our backgrounds.

"I did some mission work in Africa," Brad told me.
"Oh really, what country?" I inquired.
"Mali. I went there in 2003."
"No way! I went to Mali, too, for mission work in 2006," I responded with surprise.
"That's crazy!" he said. "Most people I talk to about it have never even heard of Mali. What city were you in?"
"I was in Bamako."
"So was I!" he said excitedly.

We were both amazed at how God set us up to meet each other. Brad was involved with evangelism when he was there, as was I. We talked about how we would both love to go back some day. Since it was getting late—it seems strange to say that 6:30 am is late—we agreed to get together again and share our stories about how the Lord called us to Mali. I left the prayer meeting rejoicing over what God had done that morning.


theolsons July 6, 2008 at 12:14 AM  

So did God bring you to Texas to bring you to Mali? How crazy would that be, I wonder how long the "layover" will be. :)

Brian July 6, 2008 at 1:52 PM  

Yeah, it's amazing how God moves the "chess pieces" around. But I have to resist the urge to forget about the here and now. Sometimes the thought of just getting rid of all the stuff and moving to Africa sounds appealing—especially when our house is in disarray.

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