It was the half way point of my run the other morning when I passed a man walking toward me on the Walnut Street Bridge. He was talking out loud, forcefully, almost like he was giving someone a verbal lashing, only no one was with him, and he didn’t appear to have a bluetooth device on his ear. His attention and his words seemed to be directed toward the cityscape that stood before him. I took out my headphones, to listen to him as I ran past, wanting to hear who or what he was ranting about. Suddenly, I recognized the foreign tongue with which he spoke and realized – he was praying. Not even fifty feet behind him, I passed another man noticeably of another faith, doing almost the exact same thing. With forceful words, and a serious countenance he was crying out toward my city, and the sound of his voice and the words he spoke made my blood run cold.
As I continued along on my run, I realized that people are praying over my city. And I began to ask myself:
What are they praying?
To whom are they praying?
More importantly, am I praying?
This morning, someone prayed for your city. They were crying out for a divine intervention in the place where you live. What were they praying for specifically? Who were they praying to? But the big question – was it you?
Seek the welfare of the city I have deported you to. Pray to the LORD on its behalf, for when it has prosperity, you will prosper. – Jeremiah 29:7 HCSB