Opus 2021-292: The Warrior Class

I don’t understand prayer.  God is omnipotent and omniscient.  He does not need my buy in to right the wrongs and cure the ills of the world.  At the same time we are commanded to pray and given to believe that prayer can change things.  I do not understand prayer, but I pray because it is commanded.

I don’t understand prayer warriors.  Maybe you have not heard the term.  There are some people who devote long hours to prayer.  As a general rule they do not broadcast their schedule but get ratted out by people who know them well.  I remember reading a book titled Rees Howells:  Intercessor somewhere in my education.  It seems it is still in print.  All I can remember is that the stupid decisions of Hitler that caused him to lose the war were directly the result of the prayers of a group led by Howells.  

Most of the prayer warriors I hear about are severely limited in their lives.  They are often invalids who cannot get out of bed or the wheel chair.  They may be old and infirm.  They are in a place where the only ability they have is prayer, and they make use of that ability.  I often hear of mothers and grandmothers who have prayed for loved ones for years before there is any improvement.  Some people live lives of prayer.

Which brings me to my point.  I often ask, “Why me?” in relation to my physical blessings.  For someone my age I am doing very well.  Maybe God keeps me moving because I would make such a pathetic prayer warrior.  I don’t know if that is a good thing or a disappointment, but that is the way it is.

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