My name is Jeff and I'm a pastor of a small, local, Christian fellowship

It's a wonderful thing to love your work; to know that when you do it you are doing something that you were born to do. I am so fortunate to be both. I don't say I am the best at what I do. God knows that are so many others who do it better. But I do feel fairly lucky to be called by such a good God to do work I can only do with his help, to be loved by a beautiful woman, and to have a workshop where I can work my craft. These musings of mine are part of that work.
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Thursday, November 8, 2018

Unscripted: A lesson in intercession


Remember to pray for me in this jail.” Paul in Colossians 4:18

This past Sunday was the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church (IDOPPC), an annual observance to remember those suffering for Christ around the world. It is an event our fellowship has participated in every year going back perhaps to the mid-90s when it began. Some years we have followed the curriculum that is provided by one of the several advocacy groups out there like Open Doors or Voice of the Martyrs. The first few times we observed it I remember creating massive prayer guides for people to take home with them. Now and again I have tried an additional follow-up prayer gathering involving Christians from other fellowships in town. But whatever the format we employed we spent time – sometimes longer than others – praying for those we probably will never meet this side of heaven who are experiencing hardship and trouble on account of their devotion to Christ.

Pastor Andrew and Norine Brunson
This year frankly I did not know what to do. I only had an idea that began to germinate when I caught a snippet of an interview American pastor Andrew Brunson, recently released from two years of captivity in Turkey a few weeks ago, gave on CBN. I found him very candid about how broken the first year of his captivity had left him and what came of it. Based on stories he had read of others who had been imprisoned for Christ he had expected to be buoyed by a grace that made him joyful despite the bars that separated him from his family, his church and the rest of the world. Instead he was desolate and alone and felt absolutely nothing leaving him struggling with disappointment in the very One to whom he professed his faith in.


So my plan became this: after some introductory comments, we would listen to the audio version of Colossians 4 from The Message (I prefer its real-world sound) and then watch a series of videos I found on YouTube including:

  • The FOX News interview that Pastor Andrew & Noreen Brunson gave after he was released from house arrest in Turkey ("I will preach Jesus until the day I die"). (I personally like the images and timeline that track his story from prison to kneeling before President Trump and praying for him 24 hours after his release).
  • A much more subdued and poignant interview that the Brunsons gave to CBN during which they each were candid about their experiences being incarcerated ("I was really broken"). (Noreen herself shared a cell with her husband for the first 13 days of his imprisonment).
  • Asia Bibi
    A CBN update and interview on the case of Asia [pronounced AH-ZIA] Bibi, a Christian mother of five recently acquitted of blasphemy in a Pakistani court but currently still incarcerated (Asia Bibi).
  • A call to prayer for Christians in Pakistan who suffer because of Christ created by another advocacy group for the IDOP observance (IDOP 2018).
All of them concluded in the same way: a request to pray for them and how the knowledge of people praying for them across the globe sustained them in their darkest time. So even though these people are a “zillion miles away” from here somehow, someway our prayers matter.





It was a small group Sunday at Refuge which simply means that corporate prayer is done by people taking their chairs and circling up to pray with one another (something that we practice at least twice a month). Just as people were about to break into small groups to pray for the persecuted, this happened: Duane – one of our elders and about as introverted as they come – popped to his feet and asked to share something. But he couldn't speak. All he could do is look at all of us and try and restrain himself from weeping and failing at it. While we waited for him to regain his composure, Larry popped up and stood with Duane in solidarity. Our congregation was temporarily at the mercy of the emotional display of two introverts, one weeping and one standing with his friend.

Eventually Duane was able to share briefly about some of the persecuted he knows personally. Having served with Youth With A Mission for over 27 years, he shared just how he was overcome with sadness for former students of his who are presently serving in Bangladesh and China and experiencing hardship because of their commitment to Christ. In our small groups then we went into a time of intercession. The only instructions I gave was that before they prayed for each other they were to pray the best way they knew how for the persecuted around the world. I can only speak for the small group that I was a part of but it seemed that our prayers were heart-felt and direct. As I looked around the room, everyone seemed to be on point praying the best way they knew how as well.



Following prayer we returned to the large group and I led the gathering in worship from songs I deliberately had chosen that would affirm that God is God, that He is Lord and that he sees and knows and is present with us in times of loss and hardship. When the service was over it just felt like we had experienced some kind of serendipitous moment of grace that had helped us pray that morning. It was a moment that carried on to our monthly prayer gathering for the handful of us who gathered to wait upon the Lord that evening.

That afternoon as I reflected upon what had happened and pondered Duane's unusual display of emotion (unusual, that is, for him) this is what I now believe had happened. Knowing Duane like I do I know his intent wasn't to manipulate us into some kind of contrived sadness so that we would be in the right mood to pray. No, what I believe we witnessed when two introverts stood before us in an unscripted moment was a prophetic picture of how God feels when his servants suffer – and sometimes die – on account of the Name. It was only a few moments but I believe that picture of God's broken heart for his people “in chains” helped us to intercede in English and (later for those so endowed) in a language we do not know nor fathom.


And then this: Asia Bibi, the Christian Pakistani mother of five we had prayed for on Sunday was released on Tuesday and she and her family have since been moved to a secure location within Pakistan or are currently in exile beyond it (reports are conflicting). I realize that the forty or so saints gathered at 724 Leonard Street in Chetek this past Sunday were but one of probably thousands across the globe who had prayed for her that day and for many months before. But the reminder to me is simple: our prayers matter. Not because on that day we prayed in such a way that he was certain to hear us. Certainly not because we had found (accidentally) “the secret” of effective prayer. But because the Spirit helped us and taught us how to pray for her and for countless others like her on that day.

When he ripped off the fifth seal, I saw the souls of those killed because they had held firm in their witness to the Word of God. They were gathered under the Altar, and cried out in loud prayers, “How long, Strong God, Holy and True? How long before you step in and avenge our murders?” Then each martyr was given a white robe and told to sit back and wait until the full number of martyrs was filled from among their servant companions and friends in the faith.” Revelation 6:9-11, The Message

Until he comes to set things right, may we be found faithful and may he help us to pray for those who suffer in the here and now as he leads us to pray.



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