This Week's United in Prayer Blog

As a small girl, Alla didn’t understand what Grandmother was doing when she knelt before icons in their home in the Soviet republic of Uzbekistan. “I’m praying,” Grandmother said. “Why are you praying?” Alla asked. “Who are you praying to?” “I’m praying to the God who lives in heaven,” Grandmother said. “We need to love Him because He loves us. We need to fear Him.” Grandmother had a crucifix of Jesus on the wall, and Alla asked who was hanging on it. “That is Jesus, our God,” Grandmother said...

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Previous Prayer Blogs

Charcoal and a Prayer
“Please help! Come fast!” A man came running to Deborah’s home one morning in early May. “Sayuma, Sayuma, Sayuma! (Respected Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!) Simeon has drunk poison and is dying! Please help! Come fast!” “Dear God, please show me what to do,” prayed Deborah. She remembered that her friend had sent her five packets of charcoal powder to detox the body from poisoning and to use for other treatments. Quickly she grabbed one of the packets and ran to Simeon's house. He had vomited and was lying there, unable to move...

Touching His Hem
“Auntie, Grandma has started bleeding in her fingers again.” I sensed fear and despair in the caregiver’s voice as she spoke to me over the phone. “What can we do?” I sat there motionless, without any concrete answer for the issue at hand. Two years ago, my mother suffered an ischemic stroke. This life-threatening condition had cut off blood flow to the brain, killing brain cells, and left her left leg and arm paralyzed. To minimize the risk of reoccurrence, she was put on blood thinners to keep her blood from clotting too easily...

Bring Revival Again!
Years ago, while we were conducting evangelistic meetings in the west of England, I came across an account of the great Welsh Revival of 1904. As I read, a deep longing grew in my heart that has never gone away. One story told how a truck driver approached a church with a delivery. However, the Holy Spirit’s presence was so strong that by the time he could see the church, he had tears rolling down his face. “I couldn’t help it; the Spirit of God was all around,” he said...