Our local National Day of Prayer event was moved at the last minute by thunderstorms being predicted for exactly the time of the meeting. Because not everyone gets their updates via Facebook a lot less people than hoped for showed up at the alternate venue. We started late. One of the pastors got lost and things seemed a bit shakey. But when we get disorganized and off of our perfectly planned program God delights in surprises.
The Latino worship group from the church where we did meet was great and deftly moved us between Spanish and English during “How great is our God” one lay pastor who does prison ministry filled in for the missing pastor and passionately prayed for the police and first responders. While we lacked in attendance there was no lack of sincerity in our cry to God for our community our nation and our churches. Holding hands in worship and prayers at the end put an exclamation point on God’s presence and made me hungry for more!
Then shall the lame man leap like a deer, and the tongue of the mute sing for joy. For waters break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert;
Isaiah 35:6 ESV