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Praying Time

And at midnight Paul and Silas prayedand sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them.  - Acts 16:25

Paul and Silas did not stop praying.  Though they were imprisoned and the outcome looked bleak they held onto their faith.  And at midnight they prayed.  Midnight. In the dark, in a dungeon.  They prayed and they sang praises.  They did not just sing praises.  But they sang praises unto God.  Then what?  The prisoners heard them.

It is midnight in our homes and communities.  Midnight in cities and the country.  It is midnight around the world.  Yet, just as Paul and Silas did, saints are praying.  From a place of restriction, while having limited access to familiar places and people, it is praying time.    Behind prison walls today men and women are praying. Family members are praying for loved ones.   No, prayers have not just begun.  Yet, in some instances they have become fine tuned.  For we know every second, every minute and hour is praying time.  We should always pray and not faint.  (See Luke 18)

Midnight.  It is midnight.  We are in a place we have never been before in our lives collectively.  A collective challenge.  A collective struggle.  A collective set of questions:  What next?  How long?  Truth is God knows.  No cliche in that answer. Only God knows.

In this particular midnight let us do as we know to do.  Pray and sing praises unto God. Others will hear and be encouraged.  It's praying time.

God bless!
In Christ,
Sis. Stephanie


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