“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” (Phil 4:6)
By Heather Djunga
This is your chance to write a letter which you know Jesus will read. You’ve been given a postal stamp and envelope and the mailman has promised to deliver your letter straight to the Throne Room of Heaven. This is the same Throne Room where Gabriel received his marching orders to go forth and announce to Mary her imminent pregnancy. The same Throne Room in which the enemy comes to accuse God’s children to justify his curses and sin. The same Throne Room which Jesus enters as your advocate to tell the accuser to be silent. The same Throne Room in which the angels and seraphim serenade the Lord and sing ‘Glory! Glory!’
This is the address written on the envelope which will hold your letter.
Are you going to take the opportunity, knowing God on His Throne in Heaven will read it? The eyes that blaze like fire will read every word and weigh them up with compassion and righteousness.
Such letters written in Jesus’ name, sealed by His blood and addressed to the Throne Room of Heaven carry great authority. It is written, the accuser is silenced when your letter is opened.
The letter you pen to Jesus today has a 100 percent chance of being answered.
When I was a kid I watched the Mickey Mouse Club. You might remember the jingle: “Who’s the leader of the club who’s made for you and me… M-I-C… K-E-Y… M-O-U-S-E.”
Then some kids and teenagers came dancing on the stage – something like High School Musical only more low key – less pink lipstick and blush, less blond hair and shiny clothes.
These were the typical ‘all American kid’ variety who also just happened to be friends with Mickey Mouse.
I felt like I was friends with them too and so one day I wrote to them. I wrote about my country at the bottom of Africa, and included photos cut out from Custos Magazines of buck and lions. I even tried to lighten up my presentation explaining that we didn’t REALLY have lions walking around in our back gardens as Americans liked to believe (this was before social media and the internet dispelled such myths).
I sent the letter in a luminous pink envelope, written on luminous orange paper… this was the 80s, understand. It was sent to Lake Buena Vista, Florida.
I never got a response.
Not from Britney, or Tiffany or Damian or the gang who sang Mickey Mouse songs. Some ‘friends’ they were.
Then I grew up and realised people are just people. Give them enough time and they will disappoint you by being ‘imperfect’. Give yourself enough time and you will realise these same weaknesses exist in you.
I learned about Jesus and I experienced His presence and His Spirit in my life. He became my friend and my Saviour. He is the friend who responds. He is the one who gets back to you. When you pour out your heart to Him, He hears. What you give your heart to, He sees.
Today, I didn’t know what to pray. My words escaped me. I felt Him say to me, “Write me a letter. Tell me what’s going on. Petition me. Remind me of My promises to you. I promise to answer.”
God asks us to present our requests with prayers and petitions. When you write to Him, remind Him of what He says in His word and His promises. Maybe you feel all prayed out – then write to Him, an old-fashioned hand-written letter. Use paper from that fancy paper collection you built up as a child. It will get to Him. It will pass through His hands. He will read it, and He will answer.
In your letter and petition:
– Tell Him what’s going on.
– Remind Him what He says in His word about what you are going through. In other words, include scriptural promises specific to your circumstances.
– Remind Him of specific promises He has given you by His Holy Spirit.
– Thank Him for the name and blood of Jesus which allows your letter to make the throne room of Heaven.
Post your letter on your knees before Him.
There’s no ‘snail mail’ in Heaven. Heaven’s been using a superior e-mail system for ages – forever actually. The moment you give it to the Father, in Jesus’ name – the letter is opened and you are heard.
“But you, Israel, my servant,
Jacob, whom I have chosen,
you descendants of Abraham my friend,
I took you from the ends of the earth,
from its farthest corners I called you.
I said, ‘You are my servant’;
I have chosen you and have not rejected you.
So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
“All who rage against you
will surely be ashamed and disgraced;
those who oppose you
will be as nothing and perish.
Though you search for your enemies,
you will not find them.
Those who wage war against you
will be as nothing at all.
For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you.
Do not be afraid, you worm Jacob,
little Israel, do not fear,
for I myself will help you,” declares the Lord,
your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.” (From Isaiah 41)
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©Copyright Heather Djunga 2018.