Reflection Paper

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I would return to Nicaragua the following year to participate in a crusade. Our mission called for prayer warriors. We prayer walked around the coliseum, anointed each seat with oil, and prayed continuously for our pastor and those in attendance. It was an active prayer vigil that began as soon as our feet hit the floor each morning. I felt like I was experiencing an excerpt from Joshua and the Battle of Jericho. Prayer walking is easily defined in the simplistic of terms, but the meaning is deeper than praying while you walk. “Prayer walking is the practice of praying on location, a type of intercessory prayer that involves walking to or near a particular place while praying. Some people believe that being close to a location

Why was the blind on my heart with so much fervor? Nonetheless, I prayed hard for the blind, for their sight to be restored, or the direst need to be met in their lives. It was God’s call not mine. Later that evening, the pastor gave an invitation for prayer. The field was flooded with people. It looked like a clip from a Billy Graham event. It was an overwhelming sight. How could we possibly prayer for so many people? As I was making my way through the crowd, my pastor got my attention to ask me to pray for a lady in a wheel chair. As I approached the woman and her son, he told me that she was blind. I had spent all day praying for her. I am glad God gave me the opportunity to meet her so my faith could increase. Prayer is a mighty weapon in the hands of the believer. “We tend to use prayer as a last resort, but God wants it to be our first line of defense. We pray when there 's nothing else we can do, but God wants us to pray before we do anything at all” (Chambers). Those behind the scene with prayer were engaged in a battle that required foot soldiers to usher the presence of the Lord. We were security bring in The Preacher to the crusade. If only we could catch a spiritual glimpse of

Come on God, why am I getting a repeat scene of this depravity? I had allowed the enemy to beat me to a pulp on numerous occasions regarding the molested young boy at the Honduran Steakhouse a few years earlier. The only difference with this day’s episode versus the last occurrence was one thing. I had sworn that I would never walk away again from this type of scenario. I had put a stake in the ground and promised God that if the occasion arose in the future, I would not cower away. I was standing in the hotel lobby when I spotted a young boy sitting in an American made vehicle with two men. That same nauseated feeling arose from the pits of my stomach with the taste of vomit as a result of another molested child. As I approached the truck with my translator, the boy jumped out of the backseat and the truck drove away. The young boy, Carlos, was attempting to mind his own business but responded to our approach. According to Carlos, these two men had given him a dollar so he could buy food for his family and did not harm him. Relieved with the news, I began sharing the gospel with this child, and he accepted Jesus as his Savior. Our team took up a love offering for Carlos and his family to help them with their livelihood. The young boy bowed his head a beggar and lifted his eyes a child of the King. I have deducted that God used