Rag-Tag Prayer Warriors

I’ve decided to return to posting after weeks of not.  Mainly because I’ve been too depressed. LOL.  So much for carrying my blog title as a renaissance of light. LOL.  I have relatively few followers or visitors and have been told I write to long and not often enough.  I’m sure they’re right but I’m me and I guess if writing a short story in rambling disjunct wordsmithing and structure is the product of my mind so be it.  I would like to reach many. I’m selling no product, so you don’t have to skip the ads.   In the end I only write really for my own self-understanding to keep my sanity (whatever that is) and write my cry outs to the ultimate reader of One.

I have another valid reason for not writing, it is that I ventured out of myself and found myself for a lack of a better word press secretary for a dear friend of mine fighting a unknown brain ailment. He has seizures that the guys with the big brains can’t figure out and are life threatening.  I understand his struggle with seizures as well as a complicated personal life.   We were state presidents of the then 10,000 member Florida Junior Chamber of Commerce (Jaycees). I have seizures that are controlled with meds, he is not so fortunate yet. This 30 years later has brought us back together as comrades in arms and as dear friends.   Now understand, this group was a powerful community service organization in the day and is now almost extinct today. However, the past members (because it was for young people under 40) keep in touch as they have gone on to other careers. I found myself in the strange position of running liaison between his close family and friends to the larger group of friends and yes prayer warriors.

He may not recover, but another amazing thing is happening. You see, as much good as this organization did; the members were sometimes naughty and sometimes debaucherous in their actions.  The bad along with the good and the opening lines in the Jaycee creed even says that “Faith in God Gives Meaning and Purpose to Human Life” well in the name of having fun and way to much beer we mostly blew that line off. 

 But an amazing thing is happening now with for some unexplained reason I find myself three wives late (the last one took at 23 years) leading an incredible prayer revival of prayer warriors from these thousands to pray for our common friend who might have been any of us. As I pray, I am going into basic training mode like offering the difference between offering sympathy, compassion, “our hearts and prayers go out to you” and wielding prayers like a sword that is in combat to fight for people and situations and righteous causes.  Using the power of an un-understandable, at times, God to fight to the death if it requires, to prevail. Because in the end no matter if we or my friend live or die this fight is to prepare us for life eternal and you really have to believe that that is real victory.  If not than what the hell are we trying to do here. My friend will live on and all those praying in my ragtag army of veterans some new recruits will win the day one way or another. My dear friend you will be more than a conqueror.