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Prayer and Answers "...The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much." (James 5:16b) This page shares prayers, articles on prayer, and reports of answered prayer from the past and present. Something new is usually added at the top of the page each week. Please share with us anything you believe will help and encourage others to pray and trust God for His will to be done in answering their prayers. "GOD'S PROTECTION" I am amazed by how God protects those who love Him. Recently we saw His protection in the lives of two women from Papua New Guinea. Preparations had been made and the date had finally arrived for the region-wide women's conference with the Christian Union Churches in Papua New Guinea. The women from the Day Council congregation near Mt. Hagen planned to travel to the conference one day after it had begun. A couple of the women wanted to arrive at the start of the conference, so they set out a day earlier. As the two women were on their way, the public vehicle they were traveling in broke down. This caused them to get into Mendi too late to catch public transport to Poroma where the conference was taking place. The women were very afraid as they did not see anyone they knew and did not know where we lived in Mendi. Traveling without their family line can be very dangerous for women in PNG. As the women sat at the bus stop wondering what to do, they saw many men looking at them. The men were beginning to realize the women were alone. One of the women told me later that she was shaking because she was so afraid. Two men spoke up and said the one woman was his wife and the other a sister. The women did not know if the men were trying to protect them by claiming they were family or if they were out to harm them. The men picked up the women's bags and told them to follow them. The women had a choice: follow these men they didn't know or admit they were not related to them and become free game to the other men. The women followed the two men. At this time, one of the women noticed another woman watching them. She felt impressed by God to ask this woman if she knew us. She told us later that at first she felt this was crazy. She didn't know this woman. She decided not to ask her and continued following the men. Once again, she felt impressed to ask her about us. She finally decided to follow this prompting. She went up to the woman and said, "Do you know my missionaries?" The woman replied, "Who are your missionaries?" She told them our names. The woman said, "Yes, I know them. I work for them in their home. I just came from there and I can take you to them." By the time the two women arrived at our house, they were rejoicing. One of the women hugged me excitedly. The woman who had been directed by God to Joyce, our helper, was sobbing for joy. We were all able to clearly see God's protection in this situation. The women spent the night at our home and continued on to Poroma the next day. They arrived safely at the conference. We knew these two women would have quite a testimony to give at this conference. Many times God protects us when we may not be aware of His protective hand. We also know people are praying for our safety. Thank you for those prayers and please continue to pray---not only for our safety, but also for the safety of our national brothers and sister in Christ. By Diane Bennett, Missionary to Papua New Guinea "Try Thanksgiving." Mrs. Charles E. Cowman tells of a missionary in dark China who was living a defeated life. Everything seemed to be touched with sadness, and although he prayed and prayed for months for victory over depression and discouragement, his life remained the same. He determined to leave his work and go to an interior station and pray till victory came. He reached the place and was entertained in the home of a fellow missionary. On the wall hung a motto with these words, "Try Thanksgiving." The words gripped his heart, and he thought within himself, "Have I been praying all this time and not praising?" He stopped and began to praise, and was so uplifted that instead of hiding away to pray and agonize for days, he immediately returned to his waiting flock to tell them that praise changes things. Wonderful blessing attended this simple testimony, and the bands that had bound others were loosened through praise. ---The Missionary Worker Psalm 46:1-3.... "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though its waters roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with its swelling." We have faith in the Lord that He will take care of us. We do what we can, and when we can't He takes over! Amen. We have been in situations before that seemed hopeless yet God pulled us through. Our youngest daughter nearly drowned one day while whitewater rafting. I didn't know about it as I was not with her at the time but I was suddenly admonished from the Lord and The Holy Spirit drew my attention and I started to fervently pray on her behalf. I strongly perceived that her life was in danger! A week later, she called me and told me about her experience while whitewater rafting, and how their raft turned over. She explained how she'd been caught beneath it and how she had been pushed up against it by her life jacket while the strong current dragged her downstream. She was certain that she was going to drown because there was no way to get out from underneath the raft while the water current pushed it along. She recounts hearing her friends calling out to her and how she was suddenly pushed out for the second time from beneath the raft as it hurled further down stream. This was indeed a miracle! I asked her approximately when this had occurred. Surprisingly, she told me that this happened a week ago on Saturday Morning. This was the exact morning that I was urged from The Lord to pray for my daughter while I was on my way to the hospital where I worked at the time. She recounts that she actually discerned that someone was praying for her. It truly is a miracle! The Lords hand saved my daughters life! We both cried in thanksgiving to God while on the telephone. The following week she came home and showed me the pictures of everyone next to the raft minutes before they had begun their adventure. Happy... smiling faces... all action... We couldn't help but cry again! This could have been a very tragic accident, had I not been sensitive to the Spirit of God! I know that he uses us as His instruments because he always works through willing vessels! Praise the Lord! I know, He uses us as His instruments. He works through willing vessels. Asking "In His Name" "I prayed for my husband's conversion for about fifteen years," said an active Christian to me, "and it seemed that my prayers would never avail. But one day I read the Master's words: 'If you ask anything in my name, I will do it.' I saw that I had been asking in my own name, and that I had sought the conversion of my husband for my own personal joy and happiness. I abandoned these ulterior motives, and began to pray earnestly in the name of the Lord Jesus, and for His glory alone. In a very few months my husband was saved, and became an active worker with me in Christ's service." The reason why our prayers are often unanswered is because our motive and method in prayer are often unscriptural. In Jesus' name we have assurance, for, "For the writing which is written in the king's name, and sealed with the king's ring, may no man reverse." (Ester 8:8; John 14:14) ---P. W. S. A LITTLE GIRLS PRAYER Helen Roseveare, a missionary doctor from England to Zaire Africa, shares the following true story. One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. "All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm." The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children, "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me as parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. Bu the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so AI sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas--that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the…could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out--yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle! I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God ahs sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly, Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?" That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child--five months before--in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it that afternoon! "Before they call, I will answer!" Isa. 65:24 Umbrellas There had been a drought for three years in Zimbabwe. Cattle had been dying by the thousands; crops had been unproductive; and food had been scarce, all due to the lack of water. Because of the gravity of the situation, the churches decided to set aside one day in which all would pray for rain during their regular services. An additional interdenominational gathering was also planned at a nearby park to unite prayers. Hundreds of people met at the park that day. Many saints brought umbrellas. When asked why they did this, they exclaimed, “Why, we have a faith that believes! We believe that if we will pray, God will sent the rain.” As they began to pray, they opened their umbrellas. Some observers began to mock them. “Hey, what are you doing? There’s not even a cloud in the sky – it’s not going to rain – you won’t need those umbrellas!” The mockers were correct. There were no clouds that early afternoon. But within a few hours after the prayers were uttered, dark, rolling clouds began to fill the formerly blue skies. Strong winds began to sweep across the land. By early evening a light drizzle began to fall, and within a few days the first mighty seasonal rain came to quench the thirsty earth. —Jim Lo in Light For the Word When you pray --- Look Up! A young Christian told an older woman that she had surrendered and believed a thousand times, and she was in hopeless darkness about it all. "Well," this older Christian said, "Just stop doing or trying to do anything, and trust Him to do it all." "I have done that a hundred times," was the discouraged answer. She had no willpower to do anything, and she was hungry for victory. "If you can do nothing else, just lift up your heart to Christ." "I can't. My heart is too heavy to lift up." "Well, one thing you can do, for it is just a physical act. You can lift up your eyes. Will you do that?" The young woman promised that she would do that, and on the way home she kept her eyes directed upwards as unto Him. The next day she gave her testimony with a radiant face, rejoicing in the Lord. "I lifted up my eyes, and my heart went up with them." The victorious life is just as gloriously simple as that -- just look up -- unto Jesus -- and keep on looking. ---Robert C. McQuilkin When I Stopped to Pray When four-year-old Charles Odam, a neighbor's son, strayed from home, everyone in our heavily wooded, rural area pitched in to look for him. After checking out a big, deep spring I climbed the mountainside, calling the boy and listening. No answer. At the top of the mountain, green moss grew in a thick carpet on the woodland floor and late afternoon sunlight glimmered through the trees. I dropped to my knees and prayed to God for His help. Raising my head, I noticed a faint trail I had never seen before--just a path used by forest animals. An enticing trail for a little boy! But it ended where someone had cut logs. No sign of Charles there. The sun was going down. Time to go back. Just then I heard a wild animal's cry, a little "miaow" like a bobcat's kitten. Again it came. I peered through some bushes. There was Charles! He'd cried till He could only make that funny little sound. He locked his arms around my neck and I carried him all the way home. On the way I thought about the hidden trail. What if I hadn't bowed my head to pray? ---by Nadine Moody, found in His Mysterious Ways and published by Revell "Try Thanksgiving." Mrs. Charles E. Cowman tells of a missionary in dark China who was living a defeated life. Everything seemed to be touched with sadness, and although he prayed and prayed for months for victory over depression and discouragement, his life remained the same. He determined to leave his work and go to an interior station and pray till victory came. He reached the place and was entertained in the home of a fellow missionary. On the wall hung a motto with these words, "Try Thanksgiving." The words gripped his heart, and he thought within himself, "Have I been praying all this time and not praising?" He stopped and began to praise, and was so uplifted that instead of hiding away to pray and agonize for days, he immediately returned to his waiting flock to tell them that praise changes things. Wonderful blessing attended this simple testimony, and the bands that had bound others were loosened through praise. --- from The Missionary Worker

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