We regularly ask people to pray for us.
It’s a main feature of our worship services.
It’s a natural reaction when times are hard, things are challenging.
Pray for me.
On Jesus’s last night,
Just a couple of hours before His arrest,
Not long before His excruciating death,
He prayed for you and me.
He didn’t pray that we’d be healthy,
Or that we’d have good jobs,
Or that we’d be safe and successful.
He prayed for our unity.
He prayed that we would be one with Him,
One with the Father with such an intensity that
Those around us would have to acknowledge that what we claimed about Christ is true.
We’re not there yet.
What if we prayed that same prayer for each other?