“I’m waiting in the desert…

Just waiting for the rain. Years may come and years may go, and I’m still waiting for the rain…open up the Heavens and let it rain, let it rain, let it rain”

That was the song in the background when I couldn’t play anymore and they put the CD on.

On New Year’s Day, I spent the day with some friends. Somehow the conversation was about raising the dead. Yes, really. It was kind of strange I guess, though we talked about it like it was something normal. We talked about David Hogan and his stories about raising the dead and how sometimes it didn’t happen instantly but it took days of praying, interceding.

Well, tonight, I get a phone call from these same friends: Will I come and play my guitar at the hospital? Their friends just had a baby and he died. Nothing really prepares you for a moment like that. I don’t really know how to explain it. The only word that even came to mind was Holy. That it was a holy moment and God would be there. Something in my spirit knew.

So I went and I played for 2 hours while others prayed and sang. I think I saw 3 or 4 rotations of people all coming to pray for this little boy. Some who knew his parents, some who didn’t.

Mostly they were all there because they wanted to see God do something for a little boy. Like He did in 1 Kings 17:21 and 2 Kings 4:8-37. With Elijah and Elisha. We are an Elijah generation and we want the double portion like Elisha. Oh God, would You come and bring LIFE!

I’ll write more about this later. Right now, I’m just thinking about the whole night and pondering it in my heart. What a privilege to be in that room, in that Holy moment.