Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Four Ways For A Christian Writer To Win A Publishing Package HERE



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Write an INSPIRATIONAL or DEVOTIONAL piece (04/26/07)

TITLE: BOTHERED BY A MOTHER’S PRAYERS
By Eureka F. Collins
04/26/07


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

A mother’s prayer is powerful. God is attentive to the faith of a mother’s prayer. Without a thought or an idea, hope or faith stirs up in a mother’s soul and she begins to pray for her son or daughter’s safety, health, future or salvation. God is awaiting the smallest of faith that He may respond to a mother’s prayer.

One morning, a pastor was reading his Bible. A passage of Scripture struck him with an unusual force. He said to himself, “This is the text for tonight;” and with a pen and memo in hand, he wrote it down and placed the memorandum in his pocket.

Seven o’clock that evening, the pastor could be found in his study. At eight o’clock, he took his seat on stage as he searched for his text.

Giving up, the pastor opened the Bible anywhere, and instantly his eye fell upon a verse which seemed to say, “Lord, here I am; send me.” The singing ceased, and he arouse. His theme was prayer, and in his dialogue he was led to stay with special earnestness on the power of a mother’s prayer.

At the close of the service, the pastor asked for all those desiring prayer to stand. Among them, a man arose far back by the wall, and called out with great intensity, “Look here! Some of you pray for me! My mother’s prayers are bothering me!” Then, without a pause, he pushed his way through the crowd, and departed the church into the street. No one knew where he had come, who he was, or where he had gone. They prayed earnestly for everyone, remembering the man whose mother’s prayers were bothering him.

Several nights after this strange incident, a man named Henry presented his testimony before the church.

He was the only son of his Christian mother, who was a member of a church in another city. His life had been that of a man that was demanding, daring, and disobedient to God. He opposed Christianity. Henry continued sharing his testimony with the church.

For twelve years, he had not attended church. One night he was walking down Beetis Street, and as he passed the church door, he heard the people singing, and something said to him, “Henry, go in!” He replied, “No!” and continued down the street. Again, after a few steps, something said, “Henry, you do not have the courage to go in!” He spoke loudly, “I am neither afraid of the pastor nor old Beetis Street Church.”

Henry sighed and continued with his testimony, “Now, don’t laugh at me; I know it will sound strange to you, but it is God’s truth.” He went on to say, that he made another attempt to walk down the street, but turned around to go down the steps into the church building. As he entered, he heard the pastor speaking about a mother’s prayers. Henry paused and with tears in his eyes, he stated that he found himself standing with others needing prayer. He said, “Maybe you remember a man saying, ‘Some of you pray for me; my mother’s prayers are bothering me.’” He exclaimed, “That was me. However, the next day while on my job, I laid down my tools, and went into a quiet room. I shut the door, dropped to my knees and prayed that God would take my sins away. While I was praying, all of a sudden I was so happy that I laughed and cried for joy. I can’t tell you how I felt. Here I am, by the grace of God. I LOVE JESUS.”

There was a beautiful and wonderful fact connected with Henry’s conversion. That very moment when he was struggling outside the church door (as the church learned afterward), and the pastor was in conflict of choosing a scripture, which led him to preach on prayer; that same night, a small group of mothers had met in a city (sixty-eight miles away) to pray over their children and among them was Henry’s mother. He knew nothing of this meeting. Yet, at that very moment that he was forced to cry out, “Pray for me; my mother’s prayers are bothering me,” Mrs. Henry was praying for her son with a mother’s faith.

If any mother has a child that is not saved, have faith. Remember Mrs. Henry. Believe in the power of a mother’s prayers. Go into your secret place, and pray for your child(ren). God hears prayers.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 932 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Stevie McHugh05/03/07
Great devotional. It flowed nicely as you showed the different people God was speaking to, all in a concert of love to draw one person to salvation.
Ginger Piroch05/03/07
That was pretty awesome. I sent it to both of my Mom's, very encouraging!
Dolores Stohler05/04/07
Oh, the power of prayer. I could tell a few tales of my own on this subject. But wonderful message, well told.