It is a supernatural pathway when one prays. A direct line to Heaven through the Son, Jesus Christ.

 

A plateau of scenic heights not seen by any other means. Heaven can open its windows through prayer.

 

What privilege to speak with the King of Kings in such a way that moves mountains by His nod. How pleased He is at one heart desiring to commune with Him through prayer.

 

Whether emergent needs or daily conversations, all are heard and even the dropping of tears sends a language to Heaven we, humans, do not quite understand.

 

Pray, Saints.

 

Pray till it hurts. Pray till you scream in anguish. Pray in distress and pray in celebration. But do pray.

 

Pray till mountains are moved and Heaven has given His report.

 

Pray until Satan is pressed backwards in battle and Heaven is advanced.

 

Pray.

 

Pray like your life depended on it as well as the life of others because in this hour it really does.

 

It is the greatest work you will ever do with Christ Jesus. The most intense and yet the most intimate. The greatest ministry placed on your shoulder whereby governments can be changed in a swift moment and demons chased back to Hell.

 

It is the prayer of Hezekiah that extended his life 15 more years. Prayer changed the mind of God.

 

The prayer of Abraham negotiated with God for the staying of His hand of destruction. Prayer changed the mind of God.

 

It was constant prayer from the church that preceded Peters release from prison. Prayer was the forerunner to the Angel of the Lord walking Peter out of that jail cell.

 

Prayer.

 

The highest calling there is.

 

One of little famed accolades other than the applause of Heaven.

 

One that can harness the wind by the mere understanding of divine authority.

 

One that strips mankind of all human pride and public stages. Yet, peers into the most majestic stage of all…The Throne Room.

 

Prayer…

 

The labor of a remnant who desires fellowship with God more than fellowship with man.