By James Rogers
When we first arrived the air hung limp between us without a wind to stir the humidity from the earlier rain. We stood at the Lincoln Memorial with the day neither beautiful nor comfortable.
As the strains of the hymn “This is My Story” sung acapella drifted through those gathered, the morning took on a beauty only His presence could give. That was just the beginning step of the National Day of Prayer for me and five other fellow pastors from the Gibson Baptist Association.
I personally was blessed to then hear prayers from all over our land. Prayers from across all barriers we seem to be divided over. We shared together in the burdens of our nation taking the weight of its needs and sitting it at the foot of the cross. White or black, male or female, young or old, all had one desire; to ask God to intervene, healing all that divides us.
It was humbling and overwhelming to hear fifty thousand people pray at once and then to experience seeing so many pray over the seven places symbolizing different needs. We walked through crowds of people circled in prayer, past individuals on their knees crying out to God, and families together doing the same. [Read more…]