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Days 12

I came home late from an intercessory seminar so I will just make it quick. I am an intercessor. Not a lot of people know this, that I recently joined a ministry specifically made for people who want to pray for the needs of others, and I'd like to keep it that way. The feeling of being an unknown superhero is a bit enticing for some reason.

It was not my intention to be an intercessor at first. I was not even familiar that there was such a ministry since they are hidden within the community. When I was thinking of serving The Lord, I was thinking of being an usher or a part of a choir, or probably do some admin stuff. Those things I must admit are things that I am not so good at. For one, I am a bit of a shy introvert and my voice is not so special, and probably is still a bit out of tune on particularly high note. I wouldnt even mention my admin skills, only that I have lost quite a number of documents during my time as an auditor.

Getting to know the hidden ministry was a bit of an accident, when you thhink about it. I happen to just get lost in a sea of people during the ministry fair and it just so happened that I bumped into someone, who told me that I should join the intercessory ministry all while handing me a flyer. That was the only conversation we had during that time, but then I was genuinely interested and was considering that, if I really could not find myself on those othe ministries, then I might as well join in a group where I know would be something I had been doing even as a child. Being a student in a Catholic school has its perks. I excel in memorized prayers.

Things didnt come so easy as there were times that I felt lazy or uninformed. There were even times when I felt unworthy and felt like quittting. But I've always felt happy and satisfied whenever I finish praying. This time is not different. I am so thankful that, a sinner that I am, God still allows me to become his intercessor. He still gives me ways to have a deeper prayer relationship with him, and provide me with new, stronger weapons for his worship. Still, with this comes a greater responsibility and even a greater amount of humility. And with this I feel like I need to commit myself and seek him more. But anyway, despite all of this, I am happy and times like this I love him even more.

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