My Dearly Beloved Brothers & Sisters,
My early conversion time brought me into contact with the admonition of a Sunday School teacher from a Baptist Church that prayer is of utmost importance. At the same time I received the Herald of His Coming papers by W.C Moore & Sarah F. Moore. They were both inspiring prayer warriors of God.
But when I joined KL JSM and met those praying brothers my life entered into a new dimension in prayer. During prayer I caught the Spirit of Prayer & Supplication. Above that I caught a “travailing spirit” which is truly indescribable. Words cannot express it unless you are immersed in it
After almost every Service some brothers would stay back to pray. And the prayer burden deepened into groaning & travailing. It is so natural in that atmosphere which we lived, and moved and breathed. So deep was that devotional spirit that we were quite reluctant to leave for home after Evening Service
Then I saw Bro John Goh staying back to clean up the Mission. And after clearing the trash to carry rubbish bin about 600 feet away where there was a rubbish Dump Site. Here we would pour & discard the rubbish into Bigger Bin about 6 feet tall
I remember one evening in particular when we saw the Big Rubbish Bin half full we got to jump inside the Rubbish bin and then unload the rubbish (if anyone saw that they will be horrified) The smell was fowl some & over powering but Oh the deep unspeakable joy of that night was indescribable
Later we returned to the Mission, washed up & prayed
Heaven literally came down & there was this spirit of prayer which caused groaning that cannot be uttered.
There is total abandonment to God & He rules as King in our hearts. Brotherly love prevails & we caught a fire of God’s holy zeal
As time went on the intense desire simply obliterated all others leaving only the pure flame of devotion to God & God alone.
Not conscious of what men think we started to Groan in Prayer publicly & collectively.
Psalm 133 was the ultimate expression of our inmost hearts
133 Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
2 It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron’s beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;
3 As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
Listen to the words again
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
Why so good?
for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
YES! Just thinking of those times brought great joy in remembrance.
I brought this Travailing spirit home & in my room I would pray & groan & travail for lost souls. Next door I heard, ” Wei, why are you crying & mourning since we haven’t died yet?”
Sobered up I stopped and lowered the sound.
In School there were many times we prayed together among the few brothers
But that burden of travail simply disallow us and gave us no rest
I remember during one recess when all classmates left for canteen break for food and drink, I was found alone on my knees in the classroom praying, weeping & groaning. Suddenly some cleaners appeared. They got shocked why this strange student is on his knees groaning & weeping.
So they lifted the broom sticks & dust pan and slammed down on the desks in agitation as to chase me away.
I got up and left … looking for a place to pray.
Finally, I found one incinerator about four feet by eight feet in size where the school burn trash at a deserted part of the school. There was a little space enough for one person at the back. Here I entered, knelt down & groaned in prayer.
If anyone should pass by and peep they will think I must be a crazy person then. But I was dead serious and totally abandoned to God as pray I must & groaning is the natural outlet
I often looked back and wondered why I had such deep passion in travailing prayer but now I know.
To be continued…