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Forty Days of Praying the Word of God: Day 18

“From the tents of God’s people come shouts of victory: “The LORD is powerful!””

Psalm 118:15

“But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”

1 Corinthians 15:57

Lord, You are our victorious God! I pray that joy will fill Your people today as we celebrate Your victory over death and the grave. I pray that heaven will hear the shouts of victory coming from the Church today, for by Your power You have risen Christ from the dead and You will raise us from death by that same power!

I lift up those in Your family who are living defeated today, and I ask for a fresh breath of Your Spirit to fill them Lord, for a fresh revelation that their God is a victorious God and therefore, we are a victorious people. I pray that any mindset of defeat would be changed to a mindset of victory by a revelation of Your power. I pray that all who feel conquered by life right now would be reminded that they are more than conquerors in Christ, and that You always lead Your people in a triumphal procession, for our Christ is always and continuously triumphant! I pray that this will not just be a vague spiritual concept, but will become a truth rooted deep within Your people, Lord.

Stir joy in Your people today, joy that will last past the day. I pray the disciples’ joy upon seeing their risen Lord would be ours. I pray that as the eyes of their understanding opened to the truth, so will ours. I pray that just as joy overtook their mourning, joy will overtake ours.

Father, I pray that Your people will fight from victory and not for it, because we have placed our trust in You, our God of victory. May our faith increase in this hour, Lord. May we stand firm, trusting that You are victorious, trusting that You have overcome. Wake us up Lord, to the truth of Your victorious, undefeatable nature.

Today, I pray that the darkness will quake at the sound of shouts of victory resounding from the tents of God’s people! I pray that from this point on, we will not cower in fear of defeat, in fear of being overcome by evil, in fear of death. I pray we will rise up as the victorious, overcoming people of the one true God, the God who conquered death and the grave, who rescued us from the dominion of darkness and who leads us in His triumphal procession!

Thank You, victorious One!

In Your Name I pray. Amen.

taking the cup

Matthew 26:36-46   Mark 14:32-42   Luke 22:39-46

They were gone now, and the garden was quiet. Jesus had been arrested, His disciples scattered. As for me, I am compelled to remain here, allowing what I had seen and heard to seep into deep places.

His words still hang in the air among the trees…“My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from Me. Yet not as I will, but as You will.”  

“…not as I will, but as You will.”  As I watched Him, the words echo familiar to me. They have flowed easily from me over the years. “Not my will, but Yours be done!” “I just want God’s will for my life.” “Lord, have Your way!” I see Him there, on the ground and I hear my voice speaking out those words. And I see Him there, on the ground sweating blood and I hear my voice. And somewhere inside of me something is tearing. Something hurts. Something that was hidden in darkness is backing away from the light coming in…but it’s too late.

“The words come easy, but there is no battle being waged for them. You say the words, but when your flesh resists you surrender to defeat. You say the words, because they are part of the Christian vocabulary of magic words spoken because they are the ‘right’ thing to say. You say the words, because you believe that My will looks like your will. You say the words. You want My will but you wants yours too. You say the words and then let the cup pass.”

I followed Him here, and He exposed my heart.

in the dirtEverything in me wants to lay on the ground where He had been, to press my cheek into the dirt still wet with His tears and sweat turned to blood. I want to capture it all, this war between flesh and Spirit, and hold it tightly somewhere inside of me. Because I want it to change me.

I listened as He asked for the last time…”if it is possible, may this cup be taken from Me…”. I heard no response. Maybe He did. Maybe His Father spoke words of comfort and strength to Him. Maybe He heard nothing because sometimes the silence of God says everything. Either way, it was done. He took the cup and set His face toward Golgotha. Death for Life. Victory was secured.

I followed Him here and I learned. “Not as I will but as You will” are the words of battle. Jesus didn’t enter Gethsemane and surrender His will so that I wouldn’t have to. He did it so that I could. He overcame so that I could overcome.

Death for life. Not a drink to be sipped. It is a cup to be taken hold of with both hands and swallowed down. It is hard. Agony. Weeping and falling face to the earth in surrender.

It is the prelude to victory.