leaky prayer room...
I haven’t blogged too much about our recent days of prayer. not sure why. They definitely seem to come and then go. A brief pause in the middle of hectic lives. we’ve been doing 24hrs of prayer once a month for a few months now, and last Saturday was the last of 2009, before we kick off again in January.
Strange, it seems like the break will do some good. to me anyways. We’ve already (helpfully, and maybe not so helpfully) found our little patches – a sequence of events takes place and we step into our roles each time to plan, prepare and participate in the day of prayer. these have been wonderful times, but its also interesting to see traditions arising. Not that that’s bad, of course, and good rhythms and ways of working are good and helpful. However, I never want this to become so easy that we forget what we’re doing, and why we’re doing it, and that the ‘how’ should remain changeable.
But Saturday was especially unusual. I got a text at 5pm “I’ve put out 7 catching implements. The leaks seem to be multiplying, which is very Godly of them!”…the roof, or windows had fallen victim to the constant barrage of wind and pouring rain. The eye of the storm, our little prayer room was getting wet, and our prayer wall was dripping, making our prayers look like they were crying tears.
Clearly up later on, I wandered, and felt challenged – will our leaky prayer room crack and let our prayers go streaming out? After all, the verse we'd put up as people left was God’s call to Elijah to leave the cave and ‘go…in the presence of the Lord’. How can our prayers in the prayer room be embodied elsewhere?
I prayed, ‘God don’t let our prayers stay in this place, but let our prayers leak out of here, in drips, in streams, in rivers.’

