The Power of Prayer

Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then
just put it on a list and said, 'I'll pray for them later?'
Or has anyone ever called you and said, 'I need you to
pray for me, I have this need?' Read the following story that was
sent to me and may it change the way that you may think about prayer and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this....
A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan .



'While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for
supplies.


This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the
city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase
medicine, and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to
the field hospital.
Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at
the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two
days,camping overnight, and arrived home without incident....

Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told
me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, 'Some friends and I followed you in to the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight.We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards. At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, 'No, sir, I was not the only person to see the guards, my friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.'

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if
he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story:

'On the night of your incident in Africa , it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt whenI felt
the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so
strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you.

Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?'
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up.
The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were,
He was too busy counting how many men he saw.
There were 26....

cool isn't it?