” simple – they have nothing
poor – they rely on blessings
joy– they have family
hungry – they want prayers”
after returning from a 30-hour mission trip to batam, i got a glimpse from God on what prayer is made of and who it is made for.
the children’s programme that my team and i prepared for was cancelled due to the lack of time, it was there and then where i discovered that you didn’t have to bring a programme for missions.
we split into two teams and visited four homes in the slums. each step we take special precaution as we made our way to the homes, the slopes were steep and slippery. my mint vans were definitely not the right footwear but i wore it with the prepared mindset to get them dirty anyway.
doors were left open and villagers looked at us not as strangers but common visitors that come every once in a while. even the chickens and dogs watch you walk past them without slight disturbance.
when we entered the first house, it was lightly furnished with a television set, a coffee table with a red iron shelved. two calendars hung on the wooden walls, “Tuhan” it said with a picture of Jesus on a donkey as people crowded around him.
maria was a widow with four children. her eldest had just started college, while her youngest had just started elementary. she wanted us to pray for her eldest daughter who faced peer pressure in school and bad company, and for herself as her husband passed away about a year ago. and so we did, laid hands on her and prayed for her and her family.
the second home was slightly less furnished as compared to the first. walls were scribbled with squiggles and a young boy – four years old thereabout, runs around in search of his comb.
finally when he ran into the kitchen. we had a moment with the mother, she opens up about her husband’s unstable walk with the Lord. so we laid hands on her and prayed for favour upon her family and her husband.
that night, we split into three groups to visit the adult cell groups. we went to a home with about 15 adults seated on the floor waiting for our arrival. the youngest was about 30 to the oldest who was about 70 years old.
after testimony sharing, the team prayed for each of them. while i prayed for two ladies.
one lady was about a few years older than me, i felt a strong prompting to pray for the people in her life and for her to be a light for her unsaved peers. our age gap wasn’t big so i understood what she may have been facing, being a christian among her friends she has a difficult time reaching out to them.
the second lady was about my grandmother’s age. as i held her hands, they were rough and rigid. they were no ordinary old lady’s soft and wrinkly hands that sagged from house chores; they were hands of hard labour. i felt strength and pain as i held on to them – but i also saw beauty. i praised God for such strong and beautiful hands that endured hardship and embraced life; i prayed over them for continuous strength in reaching out to her loved ones. that the Lord would continue to use her as a might vessel to extend His kingdom.
on the way back, i realised that these people were hungry for intercession. prayer is simple, yet they receive as if they were awarded with an expensive blessing far more valuable than donations. they readily receive and hold it close to them. they didn’t understand our prayers, but their faith opened their heart to be blessed.
they have childlike faith, something i struggle to have and yet to grasp on to.
“i tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”