praying for my brothers

In News by Carla

This week I had a one on one with Anna. We met up and decided to go to the bakery for our time together. A meeting about future plans, reflections, and whatever else came up. As we were walking into the bakery in Darjeeling India I saw a man sitting cross legged in front of the shop. He had his hands up, and I happened to have some rupees in my pocket. He was missing one of his feet. I gave him some rupees and asked if I could pray for him? When you give to people in need or who are hurting, I am learning this sometimes opens up opportunities to pray with them.

I said a word for prayer and said, “God. Jesus. Yes?” He agreed and I prayed with my brother—while I was praying he was speaking too. I prayed and wanted him to know who I was praying to so afterwards I declared that I was praying in the mighty name of Jesus Christ. Amen. When I stood up? Another man was waiting for me and asked, “Will you pray for me too? I know Jesus” I was surprised at the way God had brought our paths together. The cross dangling from the chain around his neck confirmed to me what he was saying. And quickly agreed. “Will you pray for…” He paused as he struggled to find the English word, “addiction.” Then he made a drinking motion with his hand.

“Yes, I will.” Was my response, and I prayed for him too, in the mighty name of Jesus. He gave me a piece of gum and a thank you after. Once inside I purchased a chicken pastry for the man sitting in the front of the store. Each day I learn more about how God leads us, what giving looks like, and that love is an action. That morning I had prayed and asked God specifically for divine appointments to share His love with others. I know that if I hadn’t stopped to pray initially, and at God’s prompting, for my disabled brother in Christ that I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to pray for my other brother. He wouldn’t have known my delight to share, even for a moment, his burden with him.  Whenever I step out because God has prompted me to do so? He always catches me. And each time I step out? God’s voice becomes a little easier to hear, and I learn more about God’s character.