LOOK AT THESE WOMEN

What are they doing?

Simply gathering water at the well?



Indulge me for a brief moment and imagine yourself right there among them.



Quiet. Listen... do you hear them?

Do you hear the laughter from those women headed off to the left?

I wonder what happened that was so amusing.



What about the group on the top right... they're gathered together,

most likely praying, encouraging, comforting one another.



Those around the well, do you think the older ones are giving the younger ones advice?

Training them, showing the the way?



Do you think these women look forward to their daily journeys to the well?

The journey where they will see other women, their friends.

The journey during which they share their daily burdens and triumphs.



What if you had a place to go like that?

A place away from the world that sneers at you, laughs at you, keeps you down.

A place to laugh.

A place to encourage and be encouraged.

A place to comfort and be comforted.

A place to share your wisdom and gain from anothers.

A place to teach and a place to learn.

A place to spend time at your Saviors feet.

A place to start your week off right.

A place.... like the well.



Does that sound like a journey you would like to take?

If so, join us on a journey to the well.









RADICAL

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Prayer Farce...

I'll pray for you.
I'm praying for you, friend.
Girl, you're in my prayers.

How many times have you said these words of comfort to another, only to not follow through?  I'm ashamed to admit I have plenty. Do we believe in the power of prayer? If so, then why aren't we falling to our knees? 

I once told the kids at church that I wish all my shoes were scuffed on the end from spending so much time on my knees.  Are they?  No.  How many opportunities have I missed to commune with my Heavenly Father because of my lack of sincerity, discipline or belief? 

What is the most sad is that I have witnessed the power of prayer.  I have felt the overwhelming sensation of being covered in prayer.  I have seen mountains moved because of prayer.  Genuine heartfelt prayer, full of faith, believing, surrender...  So why would I tell someone I will pray for them and not do it?  Especially when the other person is coveting prayers, depending on them, waiting to see answers from them. 

Oh, I have a long way to go.  The good thing is that I'm on my way.  I have stepped out of the boat.  Begun the journey.  And I believe.
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