Americans love to pray.

Even more so over the pain of war.

At least that’s what we have found, Americans do love to pray.

Last night we met in a community center. It was one of our last gatherings. More than fifty folks grouped at the foothills, where the great Rockies point heavenward.

The people sang.

Quietly, they meditated on wall posted Scriptures. Peering closely at photos that we took, they learned the up close stories of pastors and musicians deployed. Then they each chose a hostage name. At this writing more than 100 are still chained by Hamas in dark, torture filled tunnels. Men and women, boys and girls wait for redemption. But will it ever come? With black sharpies, God’s prayer-closet army, wrote their chosen name on their palm. And they wept.

Intercession combined with musical worship and lots of hot-off-the-press Middle East information is an explosive, spiritual combo. Mark and I will have conducted sixteen public Worship & Prayer Vigils for Israel by the time we are wheels up. Friends invite friends. The events take place in barns, living rooms, community centers, churches, and on military bases.

'Lord, in your mercy hear our prayers.’