Prayer. What do you think when you read that word? Do you see a giant cathedral? Do you see a little girl kneeling by a bedside, or perhaps a father petitioning for the life of his son?
I see angels.
I see them standing by, poised in all their God-given glory, swords in hand, waiting. They do not move, they do nothing but stand and shine and watch as people hurt themselves and bad things happen. And then, from the other side of the world, they hear it. Someone is sitting up at three in the morning, their hands clasped and heart bleeding.
God, please be with that person. Please give them your strength, draw them to you. Please save them, God, I love them so much. They don’t even know I exist, but to me it feels like I’ve known them forever. They don’t know what they’re doing, God, please save them from themselves. Please, God, do something.
The angels are now at attention, awaiting their orders. They’ve heard the prayer; they have only to receive the command from their Maker. And then it comes.
The anglels are freed; their wings spread wide, their swords flash like lightning. What has just happened?
That small, earnest voice, on the other side of the world, has unleashed God’s power. They have begged and prayed until tears ran down their face and their heart was on the verge of breaking, and God has heard. So the angels fly, they fly to the people in need of prayer and help, and something begins to happen.
A change. And that person, the pray-er on the other side of the world, watches. They can see, they can tell. Some days it might feel hopeless, like they’re praying for something to no avail and it doesn’t matter and hey, they’re only one person, what can they do?
God knows how they feel. And he loves the people being prayed for just as much as the person praying. God does not sit idly by in Heaven and watch what happens with indifference. It can feel that way to us sometimes – but if we could see past the physical and into the spiritual, we would be overwhelmed by the battle going on.
Those angels that were unleashed? They’re battling now. They’re battling the demons surrounding the subject of the far person’s prayer, and they are slaying them. Demons are no match for God’s holy power.
Sometimes, prayer can feel useless. We do everything in our power to reach out to someone, but they don’t seem to hear us. If we shout, they seem deaf. If we write, they don’t read. But if we pray?
There’s nothing they can do to stop God from unleashing the angels.
“The greatest thing anyone can do for God or man is pray.”