When Prayer Becomes a Matter of Life and Death
Monday, October 15th, 2007By Eddie Smith
One morning my wife, Alice, went shopping for building supplies for a project I was working on. Being an intercessor and not a construction worker, she was largely unfamiliar with these items and spent a considerable amount of time in the hardware store looking for them.
Alice was finally standing in the checkout line when, suddenly, she had a brief vision. In her mind’s eye—a closed vision—she saw a man standing in my office point a gun at me.
Immediately she grabbed her purse, abandoned her cart with the items she had worked so hard to find, and ran to the car. Alice began to intercede, even as she drove home. Once home, she rushed inside to her prayer closet, where she began crying out to the Lord.
She has since been asked, “Alice, why didn’t you call the office and ask if Eddie was alright?”
“It was time to pray, not take a survey,” she replies.
Alice prayed for 45 minutes until the burden and the sense of urgency subsided. Only then did she call the office and ask, “Eddie, are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” I answered. “Why do you ask?”
She told me about her vision and how she had entered into prayer.
“Oh that,” I explained. “He just got saved.”
That morning I had had a counseling session with a medical doctor who was in ill health, separated from his wife, addicted to narcotics and suicidal. After I led him to Christ—and through some significant deliverance—he explained how he had loaded a pistol that morning and placed it on his kitchen counter, intending to bring it to my office and first kill me, then himself. For some “unexplained reason,” he absentmindedly left the pistol on the kitchen counter.
Yes, begin married to an intercessor definitely has its advantages!