Everest is Small in the Eyes of a Savior

My exceptionally beautiful roommate is a gem. Just days before Christmas we discussed God’s monumental ability to move mountains-the big kind, the little kind, and the literal kind. Her pastor(amazing guy. Check him out at www.bridgesworldwide.org) challenged their entire congregation to pray for the moving of a mountain. 40 days of prayer. 1 mountain moved.
So, you know how everyone always says, “God answers prayer?”
Well…He does. He did. But it is so much bigger than that.
Exactly 40 days have passed, and we watched as God moved an entire mountain right before our eyes.
We have committed ourselves to prayer. And this “we” is not just Kendra and me. This generation. A multitude of students, or servants rather, are pursuing a life of prayer.
Why?
Because God is here among us. He pulls at our hearts to come together and seek Him. We want Him to show up on our campus, in our lives, and in the lives of those we feel so incredibly responsible for.
But how?
For us, it is in the middle of our dorm room floor on a rug that is aching to be united with a vacuum. Suddenly something that was estimated to take 3 minutes turns into 30 minutes, as we lay weeping in a hand holding huddle on the floor. We dive into a fit of feverish prayer as God reveals His heart to us. Laughter erupts into shouts of praise, and voices mingle together in a torrent of tears and whispering.
We no longer remember we happen to be kneeling on a rug that at one time was white…I think.
We are transported into a taste of His Kingdom-of Heaven on earth. And mountains move.
With prayers come answers.
With death comes life. And that statement’s implications are unfathomably larger than anyone could ever possibly understand at this time.

As I write this blog, my hand switches between the multitude of letters I am composing, my journal, and this sporadic word/heart vomit you have chosen to read. As I write this blog, a boy throws pebbles at my window. As I write this blog, it is time to attend to the arduous task of laundry. As I write this blog, the phone rings. As I write this blog, I am interrupted by circumstances, situations, and people I was not expecting.
But isn’t that what life is? A conglomeration of beautiful interruptions from the expected?
And isn’t that what prayer should be? A beautiful interruption from the mundane or the expectations of this world?
This world does not expect to see mountains moving.
But as sons and daughters we should.
Let it be said of us:
“They spend much time in prayer, not because they watch the shadow on the dial or the hands on the clock, but because it is to them so momentous and engaging a business that they can scarcely quit.” –E.M. Bounds

Ask me about that mountain.




The good things for the last weekish:
Surviving Monday’s/Thursday’s, Brody’s constant pebble propelling tendencies, CPK hot or leftover, Ben’s strength, scripture sharing from Blake, Rachael’s initiative, IJM meetings, contact from someone I ardently pray will still be my best friend, practical jokes at the expense of Kendra, contact with a long lost youth pastor, Natalie’s adventure with Jesus, a mass amount of intercession, conversing with the lovely Danielle Hicks, prayer circles, a letter from that boot camp buddy of mine, and hugs amidst a whole mess of tears whether they be my own or everyone else’s.



The Countdown:
Disneyland in 4 days. Help for Haiti in 1 week. Rob Bell in 2.5 weeks. Boston in 3.5 weeks. Jesus Culture in 2 months. Summer Staff in 4.5 months.