Then Samuel said, “Gather all Israel at Mizpah, and I will pray to the LORD for you.” So they gathered at Mizpah and drew water and poured it out before the LORD and fasted on that day and said there, “We have sinned against the LORD.” And Samuel judged the people of Israel at Mizpah. Now when the Philistines heard that the people of Israel had gathered at Mizpah, the lords of the Philistines went up against Israel. And when the people of Israel heard of it, they were afraid of the Philistines. And the people of Israel said to Samuel, “Do not cease to cry out to the LORD our God for us, that he may save us from the hand of the Philistines.” So Samuel took a nursing lamb and offered it as a whole burnt offering to the LORD. And Samuel cried out to the LORD for Israel, and the LORD answered him. As Samuel was offering up the burnt offering, the Philistines drew near to attack Israel. But the LORD thundered with a mighty sound that day against the Philistines and threw them into confusion, and they were defeated before Israel. And the men of Israel went out from Mizpah and pursued the Philistines and struck them, as far as below Beth-car. (1 Samuel 7:5-11 ESV)
The Israelites desperately needed prayer…for the enemy within (we have sinned) and the enemy without (the Philistines). Samuel interceded to God on behalf of Israel for their sin. No sooner had they repented than the enemy reared his ugly head. While they were gathering in revival at Mizpah, the Philistines heard about it and decided to attack. The people were afraid and Samuel prayed. God answered.
My dad has shared many times that he was anything but a model teenager. He lived a reckless life of sin. One night, while staggering up the gravel road toward home, having been on one of his many escapades, he heard cries coming from a small white frame house across the creek. “Who is up at this hour of the morning?” he thought. It was Lucy. In the moonlit night he stopped to listen to what Lucy Hensley was saying. Her words pierced the darkness–and his heart. She was calling his name out in prayer. “Lord, save Ross Lewis,” was her prayer.
God answered that prayer. That’s why I love Lucy. I have wondered many times where I would be if Lucy hadn’t prayed. What if Lucy hadn’t loved God and my dad enough to intercede on behalf of my dad?
I love Lucy. When I get to heaven I’m sure I’ll thank her.
Who prayed for you? And who are you praying for?