Tonight I’d decided I’d go to a prayer and worship service at the same church I wrote about a few weeks ago. It started at 11 PM, after another youth meeting earlier the same night.
When I got there, the big hall was empty, so I was really wondering. I was told to go into the alley. I couldn’t find it, and when two people who were also headed there came along, we found that the place we were supposed to be was locked up. But we got it opened, and a few others started trickling in. It was pretty good, but I just had this feeling some pieces were missing.
We took a break after an hour, and noticed some Blacks standing by another door. Looked kind of strange, and I wondered if maybe they were part of the same church. This is a very large church, with sub-churches in different languages (with their own pastors), along with a large youth outreach.
Turns out they were supposed to have a prayer weekend (starting midnight!) in the same meeting place we were in. So the leader (who also happens to be the youth leader) invited them in to pray with us. I talked to one of their group afterwards, and she said people were coming from cities far away to attend these prayer weekends.
Let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t wear mascara (permanent dye is SO much more water proof ) .
One of the leaders of the other group started praying for a long time, and the Holy Spirit really descended on that place. The youth leader was wide eyed and happy, and I saw a divergence of behavior patterns from the prayer meeting behavior before the other group joined in. The program went out the window, and the Lord did something different.
We need some shaking up now and then.
I think that was a scheduling mishap made in heaven