As I am writing this blog I am sitting in my office.  Just a short distance down the hall I hear the rumbling of voices that are sporadic and scattered yet still in unison.  Seems impossible but it’s true.  Every Tuesday (weather permitting) for the past ten years I’ve experienced this beautiful sound coming from the exact same room, at the exact time, week after week.  I find great comfort in it.  What is the sound, you ask?  It’s the hum of 15-20 mostly silver and white haired women and an occasional man or two coming together to pray for our church and the needs brought before them.  The door is most always open and many times I can hear everything that is going on.  You will never hear gossip or backbiting.  Quite the opposite.  I hear these folks pouring out their hearts to God for people they have never met and quite possibly might never know.  At times I hear them express their own pain to each other too.  Like a beehive that has been disturbed they gather around that person, laying hands and praying down healing, proclaiming deliverance, and asking the Holy Spirit for peace and encouragement.  Interestingly enough there’s always a different tone to each meeting.  Some weeks there’s a tone of encouragement.  Some weeks that hum can sound almost mournful.  Yet at other times there’s the undeniable sound of victory coming from the room.  The world may never meet these wonderful people but wars are being fought in the spirit realm and won on others behalf.  They may never stand on national stages for the world to hear but that doesn’t matter.  I can assure you they are undeniably making a difference with every word preceding from their mouths.  They hold tight to the belief ‘when two or three are gathered’ He is in their midst.  They expect it.  They respectfully demand it.

I wish the world could grab ahold of the mindset permeating from that little room.  There’s something happening others need to grasp.  We live in a world where youthfulness is celebrated and those that are aged are pushed into the shadows.  Rather than accept the natural progression of life many feverishly attempt to turn back the hands of time.  Have you ever considered the body of Christ?  It is filled with many differing age groups, cultures, traditions, denominations and more.  When will we grasp that, though we may differ in theology and methods, we are still called to the same work for the kingdom?  There is value in youthful energy.  There is equal value in aged experience.  The wonderful souls praying in that room are doing as much in their part of the world as the world renowned televangelist.  1 Corinthians 12:12 states, “For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ.”  It would behoove us to remember there is no part of the body any more important than another.  The body, as a whole, works together to perform a specific work.  So it is with the body of Christ.  Though there are many separate bodies, or churches rather, we are all a part of a much larger picture.  Age, social standing, and things of this nature are no concern to our Savior.  He’s simply looking for a willing vessel and many times picks the most unexpected for His work.  We all have a job to do.  Today, be encouraged.  Whether you’re called to the lead in the forefront or support behind the scenes—don’t underestimate your importance to the body of Christ.  Colossians 3:23 reminds us, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters..”  We are all important and of equal importance to the Savior.  Find what God is calling you to and do it with all your might.  From the confines of that little yellow room those precious saints are changing the world one prayer at a time.

If you never hear it again—thank you.  Thank you for what you do for His kingdom.  Now, go remind someone of THEIR importance to the kingdom.  God bless you!