Pray For the Peace of Jerusalem

Oh LORD, Our God
How Excellent is Your Holy Name
What a Joy it is,
To Lift Up Your Holy Name in Worship,
For You Alone are Worthy of Praise.
For You are Holy, Righteous and Just,
And Glorious in Majesty!
You Alone Are The One True God.
Perfect in All Your Ways
Ancient of Days,
King of Kings,
And Lord of Lords!
Your Ways are so above our ways,
And Your Plan is perfect,
Even when when don't understand it fully at the time.

We Pray For The Peace of Jerusalem,
According to Your Will and Promise.
We Pray For the People and Leaders of Israel,
that They Will Look to You for the Protection
and Prosperity of their Nation.
We Also Pray For Revival in our own Beloved USA.

  We Pray For The Leaders of Our Nation,
May They Be Inspired and Led By You,
And Please Guide Them in All Things.

Blessings To All Who Visit This Garden of Prayer.

Hallelujah and Amen

ML/LTOS

Pray For the Peace of Jerusalem

I learned to ride a motorcycle on a road called The Jamaicaway in Boston, MA. This lovely scenic road was originally designed by Frederick Law Olmsted (The same man who designed Central Park), and is part of Boston's Emerald Necklace. Since it was designed right after America's Civil War (Olmsted was a Veteran of that War), its purpose was to provide a lovely horse-and-carriage ride from the center of Boston all the way to Franklin Park. However, the big Hospital District (Brigham & Women's, Longwood, The VA, etc) are all along that route, and it soon became a commuting nightmare. Still, it is a lovely place to ride, as long as there aren't any other cars on the road!

This was the road that a certain atheist biker would take every day home from work in the hospital district. It was really the ONLY route, as the main highway would necessitate going ALL THE WAY ACROSS Boston, and the parallel route (Huntington Ave) actually had trolley tracks and cobblestones to contend with. So it HAD to be the Jamaicaway. There were many close calls, but it was part of the commute.

One night, as he was coming home on that very road, a voice in his head said:

"How about if I knock you off that bike RIGHT NOW. Do you know where you'll go when you die?"

Who the heck are YOU? the biker asked.

"I am Jesus, The Messiah."

At that moment, the biker believed...but then he got bold.

"I'll still believe in You even if You don't answer my question," he said out loud.

"But last weekend I lost my wallet and looked everywhere. Could You find it for me?" The rest of the ride home was silent.

Now, at that same moment in Roslindale (at the other end of the Emerald Necklace), a woman musician was unpacking her gear from a gig the weekend before. As she unpacked the black tangle of microphone cables, a black wallet fell out.

"That silly husband of mine has been driving around town without his WALLET?" she mused. Oh well, I'll give it to him when he gets home."

When the Biker arrived home, she gave him the wallet and he shouted "PRAISE THE LORD!"

"Whaddaya mean 'Praise The Lord' I was the one who found the wallet!"

It was then that my husband told me his story about his "Jamaicaway Experience".

Come and Pray For the Peace of Jerusalem, For Our FRiends in Need, For Persecuted Believers, and For Our Beloved Nation.

"The counsel of the LORD stands forever, The plans of His heart from generation to generation. Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD, The people whom He has chosen for His own inheritance..” Psalm 33 NASB

God Bless America!

Blessings To All Who Visit This Garden of Prayer.

This Symbol Represents Christians in The Middle East, who desperately need our Prayers.

Hallelujah and Amen

ML/LTOS