The Box

 God continues to move on the TCA campus. Last Friday a routine devotion for the track team turned into an all-out movement from God. The devotion started around 2:40 p.m. Less than thirty minutes later the adults left the room and the students prayed together, repented of sin, challenged each other and worshiped. This lasted until 4:00 p.m. Most left at that time, but a small remnant stayed for another hour after that. 

The head of the Bible department started a study for students. He has 24 desks in his room. 51 showed up that day. Other grade levels are holding their Bible studies during lunch. 

Yesterday, some moms hosted a prayer emphasis day at the school. Around 2:30 p.m. these moms requested a box similar to the box used in the weight room prayer meeting over a week ago be brought into the foyer. Parents, students, faculty and staff were all invited to sit on the box and be prayed for. I got to be a part of the prayer team. That prayer time lasted until around 5:30 p.m. We had a few lulls in our prayers, but for the most part we prayed for around two and a half hours. Deep prayers. Spirit inspired prayers. Moms prayed. Teachers prayed. Administrators prayed. Coaches prayed. Even students prayed. Bonds were formed. God was moved and glorified. 

Person after person sat on that box. Fervent intercessions were lifted. It was powerful. Encouraging. Exhausting as people poured their souls out to God. Some volunteered to sit on the box. Others were encouraged to take their seat and receive the blessing of God. A few reluctantly sat down for prayer. Pride is a stubborn thing.  The God of the box offered hope, peace, vision, counsel, and the lifting of heavy burdens for those who took a seat. I thank God for the work He did on that box. May it continue for the glory of His name.