I mean
“laying on of hands” prayed over?
I have on
a few occasions, but the time I never will forget was when I was in the 7th
grade. We had a
lay witness team come to our church. It was a revival movement of the Methodist Church during the 70’s. A team of
youth and adults would come to a church for a weekend. They
stayed with families within the church and just witnessed through a series of
meetings. For the
youth, it culminated in a prayer circle on Saturday night. A chair
was placed in the center of the circle of youth and anyone desiring prayer came
forward. Other kids from
the circle were invited to come forward and touch their friend and pray for
them.
In the
volatile emotional world of teens, there was a lot of crying and soul searching. The beauty
of the chair and the circle was that there were no divisions. Star jock
had his hand on the biggest nerd of the group. Cute
cheerleader held the hand of the shy wallflower. We cried
and prayed and our youth group was never the same again. At the
altar call on Sunday morning I went
forward and gave my life to Christ. As an
adult, I think it was an acknowledgement of something that had been transpiring
since I was a child, but it was a turning point none the less.
In the
scripture for this Sunday, I think back to that time. Jesus is
praying for his disciples. Put
yourselves in their place. He has
washed your feet. He has
shared bread and wine with you. Saying it
was His body and His blood.
Now He has
told you that He truly is going away and some type of Holy ghost is going to
take His place. And now He
is praying for you. You can
almost feel His hands on your head. Feel that
as you read these words take from John 17:
“Father, the hour has come. Glorify your
Son, that your Son may glorify you. 2 For you granted him authority
over all people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given
him. 3 Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God,
and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent. 4 I have brought you glory on
earth by finishing the work you gave me to do. 5 And now, Father,
glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world
began.
10 All I
have is yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through them.
11 I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the
world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of your
name, the name you gave me, so that they may be one as we are one.
The word that kept coming back to me
in reading this was “glory”. Looked it up in the Greek and it
means to cause the dignity and worth of some person or thing to become manifest
and acknowledged. Jesus was to about to be
glorified.
But don’t you see, we are to enter a
Holy Week that traces the trip to that point. All of Christendom was born on the
cross that Jesus died. Talk about glory!!
He tells God that glory has come to
him through the disciples. Take a look around the table. You have fishermen, zealots,
collectors – a rag tag bunch of men. But men who have given up
livelihood, homes, and family to follow an intinerant preacher. They have glorified Jesus by their
very presence at His side.
But Jesus does not stop there, He
includes us…
20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will
believe in me through their 22 I have given them the glory that you
gave me, that they may be one as we are one— 23 I in them and you in
me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that
you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.
He has given us His glory. He has deemed us worthy by His death
and resurrection. We are to be included. Though we may never have seen His
face, nor heard His words. We are worthy of His blood and His
gift.
Wow!
24 “Father, I want those you
have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have
given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.
Lord, I am humbled by this gift
Because right now, I see all those
that have stood in Your presence between me and this time
I see Christians that gave up their
lives for your Word to be proclaimed.
That were persecuted for a printing a page from your Word
That came to these shores to seek
religious freedom
I feel the hands of my grandfather
and grandmother that took me to their little country church to worship
My parents that insisted I attend
church every week and learn more about you
And the legacy that has burned in my
bones and I have passed on to my children and grandchildren
May the flame never die!
Amen
Amen
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