Moved By The Holy Ghost To Pray

Luke 12:11-12 NKJV “Now when they bring you to the synagogues and magistrates and authorities, do not worry about how or what you should answer, or what you should say. For the Holy Spirit will teach you in that very hour what you ought to say.”

2 Peter 1:21 KJV
For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.

The 66 books of the bible was written by many men who never met but according to 2 Peter 1:21 the author is the Holy Spirit. Today there are ways this can be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. Not one letter or word can be out of place for the following to work.

Genesis 38 tells how Tamar tricked Judah, her father-in-law, to get her pregnant so his bloodline would continue. King David and Jesus had to come from the tribe of Judah. Genesis 38 has hidden in it the genealogy of David in chronological order

Even using super computers of today we don’t have enough lifetimes to do this, but God can and did thousands of years before a computer was invented!!
The Last 12 Verses of Mark

There are scriptures that even say a person was inspired by the Holy Spirit to say certain words

John 11:51 ESV       He (Caiaphas), did not say this of his own accord, but being high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus would die for the nation,

Those that believe the Holy Bible is the Inspired Word of God may still have a little problem accepting that God is still doing this today. They may doubt God could or would do it through a common person with no biblical training but He does as He pleases and uses who ever He pleases.

The following is a true story written in a book by Helen Roseveare (21 September 1925 – 7 December 2016) She was a Christian missionary, doctor and author from Northern Ireland. She worked in the Congo from 1953 to 1973. In 1964 she was taken prisoner by rebel forces and she remained a prisoner for five months, enduring beatings and rapes. She left the Congo and headed back to England after her release but returned to the Congo in 1966 to assist in the rebuilding of the nation.



One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter.

We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. “…and it is our last hot water bottle!” she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right,” I said, “Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.”

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. “Please, God,” she prayed, “send us a water bottle. It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby’ll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon.” While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, ” …And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she’ll know You really love her?” As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, “Amen?” I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything: The Bible says so, but there are limits, aren’t there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time that I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone; so, I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then, there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children began to look a little bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – – that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. As I put my hand in again, I felt the…could it really be? I grasped it, and pulled it out. Yes, “A brand-new rubber, hot water bottle!” I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, “If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!” Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone: She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, “Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?”

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child — five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it “That afternoon!” “And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24

As this account shows, the Holy Ghost is still leading common people to pray God led prayers. Little Ruth was but an instrument used to prove this point and that God does know the end from the beginning. He does these things to prove His Lovingkindness towards His creation even for little things.

I chose carefully the preachers I listen to. A reoccurring comment they say is while preaching or doing ordinary things, it’s as though something takes control of their mouth and they blurt out something and think, “why did I say that?” Later they find out what unconsciously blurted from their mouth came to pass.

God may have wanted to put those words in Helens mouth but knowing her mind would reject them caused Him to use little innocent minded 10 year old Ruth. Jesus told us this long ago in these words,

Matthew 18:1-4 KJV
1 At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? 2 And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, 3 And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. 4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

The disciples are concerned about jockying for position to be over others so Jesus uses an innocent child with no desire to be in charge. It’s meek and submissive in it’s mind with a heart knowing nothing about doubt, just childlike faith.

For the last few years my wife and I pack Christmas Child Shoe boxes for Samaritans Purse in the fall. I do some for boys and she does the girls. We shop throughout the year for things to send instead of doing it online at their website. We pray over them that what we send will go to children waiting for those items. Samaritans Purse has videos of children receiving their shoe boxes. Sometimes they tell how a child gets exactly what they were hoping for. We serve an Amazing God and NOTHING is Impossible for Him.

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