This Week's United in Prayer Blog

Eight months passed after the miraculous answer to prayer, and Seventh-day Adventist church members visited Father for a second time on a Sabbath in Conakry, Guinea. Fifteen people arrived with Father’s sons, Junior and Emilie, who attended an Adventist school on the church compound. “We are here to pray,” a church elder said...

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Previous Prayer Blogs

Two Boys, Two Prayers – Part 1
Father was excited when he saw a new sign reading Adventist Maranatha School on a street in Conakry, capital of the West African country of Guinea. He wanted his two sons to go to a Christian school, and this might be their chance. He never dreamed that the school would change his life. Father entered the fenced compound of the newly opened school and found a teacher. “Is this a Christian school?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “This is a Seventh-day Adventist school.”

From Rejection to Redemption
After yet another day of returning home from school and finding his mother yelling and his father drinking, Jhon wondered to himself, “Why can’t my family be like so many other families here in Mexico—where parents give their kids hugs and tell them they love them?” By the time Jhon was a teenager, after so much abuse and neglect, he’d decided there was no hope for him. No one loved him except the many girls he’d been with, but he knew that wasn’t really love. Like his dad, Jhon drank and did drugs to escape the pain...

A Startling Voice
A voice awoke Father from an afternoon nap in India in the early 1980s. “If you were to die today, what would you do?” the voice asked. Father was startled. He didn’t think that anyone was in the house with him. He looked here. He looked there. He tried to find the person who had spoken to him. But he couldn’t find anyone in the house. Father grew worried. “Who is talking to me?” he cried out. No one replied. Father’s worries grew. He prayed, “God, I want to know who was talking to me.” But the house remained silent. Father wondered what to do...