Razor Blades and Prayer
* James 5:16 The effectual fervent prayers of a righteous man, availeth much.
I watched a 28 year old girl tell a TV journalist, all about her life as an exotic dancer. A life that quickly regressed into prostitution and drug abuse. Typical of sin, and the cunning of the enemy, it all started out pretty glamorous. But just as predictably, the fun didn't last. She candidly described how her downward spiral led her to a desperation that culminated in a whole hearted suicide attempt. To emphasize how badly she wanted freedom from her despair, she explained how she'd climbed into a bathtub with a razor blade, but at the last minute, climbed back out of the bath to go to the cabinet and grab a second blade. Her reasoning, though heart wrenching, made perfect sense. She explained that from experience, she knew that a double sided razor blade, that fell into the sink or bathtub, and sunk to the bottom, was extremely difficult to pick back up. So she wanted a second blade, to ensure that there wasn't any glitch. She summed it up with a sentence that really stuck in my mind. She said " imagine wantingj to end your life so badly, that you grab a back-up razor". There was really no explanation as to what went awry with her attempt. But in the context of her desperation, she explained that a small group of women, all survivors of the sex trade, had made one of their regular visits to the dancers changing room, with offers to help anyone of these women with the opportunity to leave the life they were leading. She casually mentioned that one woman had 'prayed' with her, and she left that life behind her the very next day. A life that was eating away at her soul, that she'd found impossible to shake, was gone. And she never went back. *. *. *. Well I've never been in an exotic dancers dressing room, but the idea of a woman she'd never met, praying for this girl she didn't know, even a few quick words in that impossible atmosphere, changed this girls life. Didn't just change it, Saved it. And it reminded me of how powerful The Lord is. Yet in His power, and because of His mercy, can be summoned into the belly of the enemies pit, into its stronghold, by a woman that had herself been lost, but understood the power of the One that had saved her. And in her recognition of her place in Christ, was bold enough to call upon Him, from the desolation of that space, to reach down and touch a dying girl who'd never known Him. What other King would not only allow, but encourage, one of His own to beckon Him to such a place, a literal Hell Hole, that had long since been established as the enemies zone. *. *. *. I've thought about that simple story, off and on, for the last few days since I saw the program. And it's weighed heavy. Heavy because of my own cowardice, so often on display. I've on countless occasions, let the awkwardness of praying with someone, depend on the circumstances. I've been urged by The Spirit to pray with someone, on their behalf, and settled for praying for them later on, in the nonthreatening solace, of my home or car. Having cowered in the face of onlookers, or potential criticism. *. *. *. It's a well known fact amongst infantrymen, that the ones closest to the front line, and to the probability of imminent death, all believe in God. In fact, not only believe but openly pray, a somewhat sudden regard for their souls. The same strikes me when I watch footage on the news about almost any family that tragically loses a loved one to a terrible accident, or a senseless crime. Almost to a person, they refer to their 'Faith' and others prayers, as the dynamic that's seen them through. And it doesn't stop there. Politicians of any ilk, are the first to exclaim that their "thoughts and prayers" are with latest family or community, that has suffered great loss, and 'God Bless America'. But real prayer, God changing prayer, Is the privilege of His children, going to Him as our Father, imploring His mercy, while seeking His help and guidance in what could easily be the most crucial moments of of our lives. *. *. *. There is infinitely more power in the prayers of a child of God, than there is in the haughty or desperate prayers of those who only seek Him, in an hour of need.