I felt God saying that the work was his before I got there and it will be his long after I’ve left. God’s kingdom coming to Mokkattam wasn’t contingent upon my presence there. Heartbroken, I committed the work back to him. In faith, I committed the work back to him. I am not the savior. Nor am I the solution. God alone is. And I can trust him.

In John 13, Jesus commands his disciples: “Love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another” (verses 34-35 ESV). This passage stirs me each time I read it because it does not simply refer to the Christians we see face to face; it includes those who are persecuted, those whom we have not met. The way we love those whom we have not seen is through prayer.

What is “missional prayer?” And why is there a room at Urbana dedicated to it?

Before we get into the nitty gritty, let me ask a couple more questions: When was the last time you went to a prayer meeting? How engaged were you with others and God as you prayed? Was it boring? How have you been praying for things like the Syrian refugee crisis, #BlackLivesMatter, the Paris attacks, Beruit, Baghdad, Kano, and all the other hotspots in the world? Do you sometimes feel so overwhelmed by domestic and world events that you are too paralyzed or numb to even have words to pray?