Prayer hits

Prayer hits

Christian mafioso
For over eight years I had the privilege of sitting under the pastoral leadership of Paul Sheppard. His style spoke directly to my heart week after week. On more than one occasion he talked about how his paternal grandmother put out a prayer hit on her son, his father. His family came from a long line of Christian heritage and his mother had no intention of allowing his son to get into the acting business in Hollywood or on Broadway.
So she prayed, “Lord, save my son. Save him in one breath and take him home in the next,” or something similar. As it turned out, he ended up senior pastor of a large metropolitan church in Philadelphia, Pensylvania. It worked.

My husband and I have been praying for our relatives to get saved to no avail. The only fruit has been one cousin who lives in Los Angeles and is under the influence of my mother. However, the rest of the family seems content to remain unsaved or immature or both.

Photo by B. Swihart with permission

Today a I was driving to a medical appointment, I caught myself praying, yelling at the top of my lungs, with extreme animation because I didn’t give a rip who heard me or what they thought. I was putting out prayer hits on my immediate family, i.e., parents, siblings.

Yes, you heard correctly. I prayed for the family who recently has had nothing better to do but make my life a living hell since December 2007. The prayer went a little like this (yes, I’ll be embellishing as the Lord leads since this prayer feels like a living organism):

Jesus, save my mom. Save my dad. Save my baby sister. Save my only brother. Jesus, in your name, save them NOW. I don’t mean a simple, weak profession of faith. I mean a blazing hot, radical salvation experience. I’m not asking they get saved on their death bed. I want salvation NOW. I want them to be baptized with Holy Spirit’s fire. I want them to know Jesus on a deeply personal level. I want their salvation to so radically change them, that the only explanation for their transformation is Jesus Christ indwelling, the hope of Glory.
I want them restless until they know the Lord. Visit them in their dreams and when they awake, let them speak in tongues, see visions and be visited by Jesus himself. Don’t let this salvation be a secret and immature. Let this fire spread uncontrollably throughout the entire family and any other relatives and friends as they grow in their spiritual gifts.
DO IT NOW, Lord. Let your fire fall. Let your wind blow like the sound of a mighty rushing wind, like the sound of a freight train coming as on the day of Pentecost. Don’t let them leave this earth without a radical Jesus encounter. Give them eyes to see, ears to hear, hearts that believe and tongues that confess Jesus Christ is LORD of Lords, King of Kings, Prince of Peace.

I am commanded to pray for my enemies, turn the other cheek. Today was the first time I felt excited about praying for them. I had hope that He would hear my prayer and answer it.

Consequently, I’ll be prophesying over them more regularly. I will be engaged in foretelling and forthtelling, calling those things that be no as though they are with the authority Jesus gave me over satan and this world. I have no idea if the Lord has gifted me in this area but I’m gonna practice it anyway.

I refuse to let satan dictate the terms of my relationship with my family. I plan to do it from a place of victory. I read the end of the story. Jesus defeats satan. When I proclaim and declare in Jesus’ name, satan shudders. I love that. Anything I can do to torment satan, I’m there.

I know I have authority. Lately, large black crows have been dropping in on my backyard fence and lawn. Crows have typically symbolized the presence of satan. My dogs usually bark enough to scare them away.

However, yesterday, I saw one on my fence and there wasn’t a bark to be heard. From my kitchen, I looked at the bird and said, “In the name of Jesus, flee.” He immediately left. I haven’t seen any since.

Can’t touch this
Last week a court hearing was held where I was able to finally relinquish conservatorship of my special-needs adult child. This took place four years to the month after I placed her in a Tennessee boarding school.

I knew the timing was right because she asked for it and I was able to see she was in the best of all possible situations living away from home. The whole purpose for conserving my daughter was to give her time to feel safe and confident enough to do life on her own. I knew that time had come.

Fact is I have earned excellent standing with boarding school staff, the court, attorneys, court investigators, regional center social workers and management, and her group home director. My daughter is in the best possible situation.

That said, no one in my entire family can ever accuse me of severe abuse, neglect, etc., ever again because my daughter is on her own now. She is free to make her own decisions and live with those consequences under the watchful eye of an experienced group home director who will run interference, guide and direct her on the right path.

They can’t say zip about me and have it stick. My track record speaks for itself and I have several witnesses who can vouch for my style, demeanor, etc. They have no hold on me. I’m the teflon mom simply because I have the armor of God.

The Bible says no weapon formed against me shall ever prosper … and those who tell lies in court will be punished. I’m so glad I’m not them. They don’t enjoy the covering of Jesus Christ. I do. I hear his voice and do what he says. They don’t.

Blood is thicker than water
My savior died for all of us, them included. Salvation is for them as well as for me. The blood of Jesus Christ can save them from eternal damnation in Hotel Hell.

However, the blood I’m referring to here is my bloodline. After all is said and done those pains in my behind are my family. I love them despite all they have done. I’ll always have a special place in my heart reserved just for them. It doesn’t mean I’ll jump off a cliff and instantly trust them. I’m not that stupid.

The reality is I want only the best for them. I want them to experience Jesus on the same order that I do. Prayer changes things: that’s a fact. Praying for my relatives will change me so I guess you can say praying for them is a purely selfish venture.

My kids and I are praying for them and I ask that you pray for them too.

Boricua Confidential chronicles my new life as a single mom of two kids after my husband died from cancer on our son’s seventh birthday. Join me on this journey of change, revival, reformation, discovery and new direction ordered of God. Being a widow ain’t easy, that’s for sure. I refuse to rollover and die. Quite the contrary. I intend to thrive from this crazy life. You can’t keep this woman down. If I’m down, I won’t be for long.

God created me to bounce back. Watch me.

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