The missionary rose and prepared to leave the campsite where he had spent the night en route to the city of medical supplies. He extinguished his small campfire, pulled on his canvas backpack, and hopped on his motorcycle to continue his ride through the African jungle.
Every two weeks he made this two day journey to collect money from a bank and purchase medicine and supplies for the small field hospital where he served. When he completed those errands, he hopped on his bike again for the two day return trip.
When the missionary arrived in the city, he collected his money and medical supplies and was just about to leave for home when he saw two men fighting in the street. Since one of the men was seriously injured, the missionary stopped, treated him for his injuries, and shared the love of Christ with him. Then the missionary began his two day trek home, stopping in the jungle again to camp overnight.
Two weeks later, as was his custom, the missionary again made the journey to the city. As he ran his various errands, a young man approached him, the same man the missionary had ministered to during his previous trip. "I knew you carried money and medicine with you," the man said, "so my friends and I followed you to your campsite in the jungle after you helped me in the street. W planned to kill you and take all the money and drugs. But just as we were about to move in and attack you, we saw twenty six armed guards surround and protect you."
"You might be mistaken," said the missionary. "I was all alone when I spend the night in the jungle. There were no guards or anyone else with me."
"But sir, I wasn't the only one who saw the guards. My five companions saw them, too. We counted them! There were twenty six bodyguards, too many for us to handle. Their presence stopped us from killing you."
Months later, the missionary related this story to the congregation gathered at his home church in Michigan. As he spoke, one of the men listening stood up and interrupted him to ask the exact day the incident in the jungle had occurred. When the missionary identified the specific month and day of the week, the man told him "the rest of the story."
"On the exact night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here in Michigan, and I was on the golf course. I was about to putt when I felt a strong urge to pray for you. The urge was so strong that I left the golf course and called some men of our church right here in this sanctuary to join me in praying for you. Would all you men who prayed with me that day stand up?"
The missionary wasn"t concerned with who the men were; he was to busy counting them, one by one. Finally he reached the last one. There were twenty six men, the exact number of "armed guards" the thwarted attacker had seen.
This devtion was written by : Cheri Fuller
Here's my view on it and something you might take awayfrom the story:
Don't ever under estimate the power of prayer.... even if you don't see the results with your very own eyes.
Some scripture:
2 Corinthians 1:11 He will rescue us because you are helping by praying for us. As a result, many will give thanks to God because so many people's prayers for our safety have been answered. (New Living Translation)
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Faith sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable, and receives the impossible.
Don't ever under estimate the power of prayer.... even if you don't see the results with your very own eyes.
Great story. How often is our actions controlled by what we "SEE" and not by faith in the God that we serve? Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things NOT SEEN.
Great Story! I have heard a few stories kind of like that. There is also power in numbers. The best example of this I can think of is come time to vote for our President and other Gov. Officials. We need to join together and pray that God would send us a canidate who loves the Lord and shares our morals and values. And once a president is in office we need to pray that our president would turn to God for guidance and understanding.
Power of Prayer... (Story)
