“No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; not that he practices it, but he suffers from it.”

-- Guy H. King

Many of us have been the beneficiaries of prayer. I firmly believe that I was restored to a right relationship with Jesus Christ because of the prayers of my mother and the many she enlisted to help her pray me home.

Years ago I read a book that ignited my prayer life: “This Present Darkness,” by Frank Perretti. It is a fictional book that illustrates the power of prayer and its effects in the spiritual world around us through detailed accounts of how the power of a praying man strengthened the angel warriors to defeat the enemies sent to steal, kill and destroy. Although it is a work of fiction, the book champions the reality of prayer as a weapon of warfare.

Recently, I was called to help with an intervention. There was much prayer ahead of time, and I knew the timing was right. As with many interventions, the timing of how things unfold is not predictable in the least. I knew we were at a life-or-death moment, and God had revealed to me earlier what the key would be for the person to say yes and receive the help they needed.

However, the battle between Heaven’s angels and Hell’s demons was strong. As the third hour began, it was very clear the enemy was giving everything he had to keep this person in captivity. The door was closing … and with only 30 seconds left of the countdown to answer “Yes” or “No.”

Suddenly, the words came, “OK, I’ll go.” My practical side took over and started moving everybody in the direction they needed to go. I stepped outside into the sunshine and saw a sight that will be burned into my soul for eternity.

A young woman was on her knees in the mud with her hands fully stretched up toward Heaven, crying out to God to save her loved one. I choked back the tears, touched her shoulder and gave her the news of the surrender. The cry that came out of her is one I will never forget.

I knew at that instant it was the power of her crying out to God that provided whatever power was needed to defeat the enemy. I could almost see God releasing the power during her prayer and the angels crying out, “That’s just what we needed!”

Victory was won!

No longer will prayer be a trite saying or will I ever say again, “All I can do is pray.” It will be, “Let’s pray!” My spirit cries out for those who are still lost and battling, “FIGHT!”

Loved ones, who are praying, don’t shrink back. “FIGHT!” Get on your knees in the mud, stretch out your arms to God and cry out!

“Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify Me.”

-- Psalm 50:15