So the sun stood still and the moon stayed in place until the nation of Israel had defeated its enemies. (Joshua 10:13)
Relate: I was up early the other morning, walking around in one of the rooms praying when something slipped out I wasn’t expecting to pray. I asked God to see a million souls saved in my city. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I stopped. I stepped back. Almost, almost I asked God to take those words back. If those words were just me, if that prayer was just me, it would be impossible. Not a chance.
But then I remembered a man named Jeremiah Lamphier. He was a printer in New York City who was so shy that when his pastor asked him if he would start an afternoon prayer meeting he only accepted because he was too scared to tell the man no. So, being a printer, he made a bunch of brochures promoting the meeting. When the time for that first meeting came. Seven people showed up. It went so poorly that Jeremiah didn’t even want to return the next day himself. Why bother. But he was afraid possibly one or two might have come back so he went. There were twenty-two people waiting for him. Like a snowball rolling downhill, every day it grew larger and gained more momentum. Soon the fire department was blocking the doors because so many people were trying to pack into that Old North Dutch Reformed Church. So the meetings started happening in more places. And more. And more. It became known as the Great Prayer Revival. Charles Finney estimated that about fifty thousand people were getting saved every week. And in New York City, the birthing place of this revival, one hundred new converts were added to the churches. That was 12% of the total size of NYC back in 1857. All I am asking God for is a little more than 7% of my city. Is it impossible? Yes. But so is asking the sun to stand still.
What is your impossible prayer? Five times a day, all across my city the muezzins call the ezan, the Muslim call to prayer. I can see more than a dozen mosques from my porch and hear them echoing through the valley. Each time, I go to war for my city asking God for those million souls. What are you going to war for? What is the victory you need to see God perform in your life, your family, and your community? Do you have the courage, the audacity, to ask God to make that sun stand still?
God, enlarge my faith. I ask you for those million souls. I am going to keep asking until I see it come to pass. Even though a very, very large part of me thinks it is impossible, there’s at least a mustard seed size of faith down there. Nurture it. Grow it. Let it happen, Lord. And for each of those impossible dreams and needs of those reading this, let it happen. You are still today the God of the impossible. For Your Kingdom’s sake, show Yourself strong in our lives.