God bless you.
This Memorial Day weekend is memorable for me not just because I am undergoing God's healings from brain cancer, prostate cancer and a bad heart, but because I am enjoying a holy harvest in my household.
On Friday morning, following my chest pains occuring two days after radiation treatment on my prostate, my daughter Noelle helped bring me profound relief with a powerful prayer.
This morning (Sunday, May 25), her six-year-old son Caleb is being what he calls "bapatised" at Rhema Word Kingdom Ministries in Riverdale.
My daughter's fervent prayer of faith and my grandson's baptism represent holy harvest for my wife Joyce and me. We were both raised in Christian families, we raised our three daughters to become born-again Christians and now we are enjoying the fruits of our prayers and labors by seeing our children and grandchildren receive God's salvation.
Godly stuff like this is added medicine to me. While my healing comes from God and is ignited primarily by my faith in Him, my faith and your faith are also fueled by those around us. So it pays, especially in times of adversity, to be in the company of fellow Christians who will touch and agree with you in prayer to God for the desires of your heart.
Singular prayer is invaluable, for the bible says men ought always to pray and not faint. In fact, pray
without ceasing. But there is also increased power in corporate prayer because Jesus said when as few
"as two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of
my Father which is in heaven."
My wife and I are blessed because, in times of need, we can turn to either of our three daughters--
Noelle, Natasha or Nicole-- and get a powerful, fervent and doctrinally sound prayer. As we have
ministered to our children in raising them up to become Christians, now they also minister to us.
Not only am I now getting good prayerful support from our daughters, but from three of our five
grandchildren--Caleb, nine-year-old David and 11-year-old Lauren. Even before he accepted Christ as
Lord and Saviour, Caleb would request and be granted the opportunity to help close out a Rhema Word
choir practice by leading everybody in prayer.
"And he does a real fine job of it, too," Noelle said. "It amazes everybody and it makes me happy."
Yes, I've also prayed with Caleb and have had him pray for me. So as I pray for my total healing, it's
not a solo effort. It's an immediate family affair and it's also an extended Kingdom affair as our friends
and Christian sisters and brothers from around the world are touching and agreeing with us.
I am especially happy for and proud of Noelle. She is a single Christian mother whose life is
streamlined between her God, her son, her biological family, her church family and her job. You fellow
Christian parents can appreciate what I'm saying. Our greatest joy, before we die, is to see our children
receive God's salvation by accepting Jesus Christ as their Lord and Saviour.
When my mother died of child-bearing at age 43 when I was 12, and my preaching father died some
20 years later at age 64, they had no money or significant material possessions to will to my sisters and
brothers and me. But what they helped give us while they lived is far better than anything they could
have left us after they died. And that's Jesus.
It has to be difficult and sad to live in a family where you are the only Christian and you have to go
outside the household for prayerful support. Thank God, I don't have to panhandle because my
support starts at home.
Joyce and I first raised our children to worship God inside our home through family devotions,
prayers, sermons and song as well as inside formal church buildings. And I still remember Noelle's
attentive eyes being trained on me as she sat on the family room floor while I preached. She has grown
tremendously since then. But each of our daughters first shouted with us at home before they started
shouting in the church. That's the kind of family environment we have developed and enjoyed.
Now, our kids are all grown, have moved out of the house and left poor Joyce and me home alone.
But they are always just a prayer away. And that's a priceless convenience and harmony. The doctors are
doing what they can as God's instruments in my healing process. So are our daughters.
God bless you.