There are times when the Holy Spirit will prompt us to pray for someone or something. May we always be prepared to listen for and obey that still, small voice.
The following is a true story: (This is part of a missionary's sermon as he spoke at his home church in Michigan)
"While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks, I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies, and then began my two-day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of them of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord Jesus Christ. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.
Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards."
At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone out in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we left you alone."
At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day that this happened.
The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were - he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.
This is just one story and an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in mysterious ways. If you ever hear such prodding in your heart, I would urge you to obey it. You may never know what your prayers have accomplished until you reach heaven's gates... but I assure you, they will be worth any time and effort it took on your part!
Questions to ask ourselves: Am I seeking to know God more each day? Am I sensitive to the Holy Spirit's prompting? Am I willing to stop what I am doing and meet with someone to pray?