August 24

Expecting answers to prayer

“For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds” (2 Cor. 10:4).
“And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask anything according to his will, he heareth us: And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him” (1 John 5:14-15).

There are no impossibilities to these intercessors, for they have to do with the God of all power and might to Whom nothing is impossible. Heaven and earth are there to serve them, and they are full of joyous faith. Angels, men and powers of the universe consciously and unconsciously work together for the fulfillment of their petitions.
The intercessor must often wait for a time in the outer court before he gains access to the Holiest of all. When this is so he must tarry and knock till the inner door opens to him, and he is granted admission to the Throne-room. When once he has entered, the cause is all but won. What had been at first weary work in prayer becomes easy, the divine stream lays hold of and floods his heart, his horizon widens.


The consciousness of his own weakness and nothingness is outweighed by an overwhelming sense of the glory of God and of the grace of being allowed to draw near to Him in the Name of Christ. In that Name, the Name of our great High Priest, the Father grants everything. He has been granted an audience with the King of Heaven. With growing joy that is mingled with a thanksgiving and worship, the intercessor presents his petition. He is certain of acceptance. He has believed the promises and received the assurance of their fulfillment, and when the hour so graciously granted is over, he is sure that he has obtained what he has asked, even though the tangible fulfillment may be long in coming. It will come in God’s time.
—Sister Eva.

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and pow’r are such,
None can ever ask too much.
—John Newton.

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