I don't know if the notes did anything to help, but there as an absolute miracle today. Yesterday in music practice we prayed for divine intervention and that is definitely what we got.
Early this morning, one of the lieutenants came in to tell the entire dorm to pack up and change dorms. Maintenance was to be done in the bathroom. This was completely unexpected, but could not have come at a better time.
I was moved to a dorm that has three other choir members and quite a few other Christians. - quite a change from a spot where I think I was the only one. I can already tell this is going to be a good spot. We'll be playing games without much arguing and I've already been witness to active prayer life here.
I'm hoping all the hearsay and rumors die off and are corrected because being labeled as a snitch will make life hard for a long time. It would be great, too, if, when the maintenance is complete in my old dorm, I was left in this new, more pleasant environment.
Well, it hasn't even been two weeks and the prayer group has been completely disassembled. The three guys I prayed with have been moved out, two because they have more school than their work schedule allows and one gone to cell block. Even two guys that I invited to join us after they moved in this week have been moved out.
I am not discouraged, only disappointed. I know the moves are only because of spiritual warfare against this dorm. Something similar happened to another gorup of Christians at this unit last month. But we know that no weapon formed against us will prosper and that God always has the final word. I hope I can still affect this dorm for God's purposes.
No weapon that is formed against you will prosper; And every tongue that accuses you in judgment you will condemn This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, And their vindication is from Me," declares the LORD. - Isaiah 54:17
For the past few months I've felt pulled by God to start a prayer group in the dorm. Being human and lacking courage to stand up in such a hostile environment, I ignored the tugging. It never went away, but just stayed there like a nagging mother telling me to clean my room. And like when I was a child, I eventually listened when I couldn't stand the nagging anymore - admittedly not the best way for obedience to come about.
Last weekend I asked a few guys if they would join me Monday morning for prayer after breakfast and prayed that God would give us favor and strength to show up. On Monday after breakfast the three guys I had invited sat down with me in the day room I read Romans 12:9-21 about living the Christina life and encouraged them to be Christ's ambassadors of light in this dark place. We shared prayer concerns and praises, then entered into prayer together, ending in the Lord's Prayer.
We met for the third time this morning and I am thankful for the small sense of community we have. I hope that God would use us to show others more of Himself. God's glory and love are what I aim to display. I haven't seen any changes yet, but I know God will be working.
*"For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them." - Matthew 18:20 (New International Version)
When I moved into this dorm I waited to see if they had a prayer group like some other places I've been. The first night I didn't see anything so I asked one of the guys about it. He said no, they haven't had a prayer group at all. So I told him I would start one tonight.
I was a little nervous because, from what I've seen so far, the guys in this dorm are ready to fight over anything and probably have the worst attitudes and behaviors of any other dorm I've been in. I didn't know what to expect.
I certainly wasn't expecting six other guys to join me in the corner when I called it together. Some of the guys said they had never had a prayer group in any of their dorms and were glad I had called us brothers together. We shared praises and prayed for about fifteen minutes. I was blessed to see the guys show up that did. I 'm hoping each of us can hold each other up and influence the drom for Christ.
