I appeal to you therefore, brothers by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. – Romans 12

We have a growing group of believers in a Sunday night Discovery Group, who are enthusiastic about being missional for Jesus. The hardest part is to convince them that they have the freedom and authority to do the work of the Lord. Can we heal people? Am I able to teach, to witness, proclaim, lead others to Christ and, heaven forbid, even baptise?

They come with a lifetime of learnings that, well, need to be unlearned. For so long, the teachings of Jesus appear to have been filtered through a chosen few, such that “greatness” in God escapes the ordinary believer. How tragic. We forget that Jesus took a bunch of nobodies, and painfully transformed them into world-beaters such that they accomplished more in a few years than the Jewish-hierarchy achieved in a few millenia. He’s still doing it, though I wonder if at times it’s still just as hard work.

While freeing up the shackles, such ‘nobodies’ also begin to realise something else – Scripture is full of ordinary people that called on the armies of heaven to hear their prayers and act accordingly. They realised they weren’t alone, that through prayer their will might align with God’s and that as a Gracious and Loving Father he would act on their behalf – especially, when that entailed a breakthrough in a non-believers life, exposed to Jesus for the first time. You bet our Father will move.

So it is we come to the story of a young girl, a beautiful young believer who comes from a shattered background. She lives with a mother who is a chain-smoking alcoholic, bitter, angry and so against God. We prayed, fervently that this woman might have a breakthrough on account of her daughter, that her demeanour might change from aggression to peace. Over the years, in spite of the girl’s efforts, the mother was unrepentant and unrelenting, God had no place in her life, and no she wouldn’t ‘come to church’. The hardest part was convincing the daughter that she could speak into her mother’s life, that she could sit down and share a simple Scripture and allow the Holy Spirit to do the work. As a group we prayed expectantly that God would move.

How startled was she, when there was an abrupt change in her mother, that anger was replaced with tears, hostility with repentance. How delighted was she in sharing the story, that God had opened the eyes of the mother and the daughter; that as a child of God, she has the authority to ask Jesus to do the impossible, that she needs nobody else – not tradition, or learning, or background. Just Jesus. That it is in her simple obedience, not her knowledge, in child-like trust that God will answer and move. When he does, why are we then so surprised?

Friends, believe it, receive it. We worship God when we put our trust in Him alone, recognising what he has given us. He so wants all of us to have such faith in His Son, that we come believing, expectant, receiving. He alone affirms us and gives us the authority and it is all we need. The Woman at the Well went and told an entire village about the Messiah, and the village was completely transformed on her account.

God wants you, just you. In the right circumstance, at the right time, ready and expectant to respond. Us, a living sacrifice prepared to move on his word. True worship, full of expectation that our Father will move. How wonderful.

We are so aware of our mortality and humanity now, but God has not left us to our own devices to stumble and stagger along by ourselves. He has come alongside us to help us in our vulnerability and frailty by His Spirit. It is incredible that even as we try to handle the mystery of prayer, He does our praying in us and for us, when all we’re capable of is wordless sounds. He not only knows us better than ourselves, but keeps us present before God – and here is the result, the reality of God’s will becomes the longing of our hearts – Romans 8

In a 25 minute drive in an Uber recently, I was able to lay the Gospel out clearly to Nitish, my Sikh driver. Every word I sensed, came from the Spirit. The driver listened intently. Nitish had badly damaged his wrist, which was heavily bandaged. At the end of the ride, I laid hands on his wrist and simply prayed for healing. Nitish was healed; I prayed again, and he was able to move his wrist in a complete rotation. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed. Oh My God indeed, our Father in heaven hears our prayers.

This week we were able to train around 20 people in disciple making here in Sydney, and go out on the streets with them for a few hours. We have been praying intensively for some time. We spent time before the day, walking around our Housing Commission estate, praying that God would move the darkness, that his light would shine in. In the past, we have had difficulty getting to speak to people, but this time it was different. We felt courageous, and were able to speak with, pray and share with more than a dozen people. There are many to follow up. A breakthrough has occurred.

On the streets, trembling believers gained confidence in praying and sharing with complete strangers – 2 gave their hearts to Christ, there are many to follow up. We hope an army of ordinary believers, empowered by the Spirit through prayer, will gather regularly and move out into the marketplace in obedience to their Lord. We keep praying as they must too.

In the last few months, prayer has been the key for some of the changes; we have become aware here, that if we want to see fruit, if we want to see change, if we want community transformed then we had better take prayer seriously. There is a ferocious enemy that will do all they can to prevent any of this happening; Daniel 11 makes that clear, as do the Gospels and letters. Prayer is the key.

Prayer that goes on into the night, prayer accompanied by fasting, prayer that moves deep into the throne room of heaven – prayer, heaven forbid, that you never want to end! We’ve just read Jerry Trousdales’ “Kingdom Unleashed” about massive church growth around the globe, and all of it is undergirded by serious, continuous, prayer.

This isn’t the prayer we have been used to or the prayer we see modelled in our churches in the West and we have lots to learn. This is prayer that is a way of life, prayer that is almost a constant state of being, prayer that is alive, at times loud, colourful, at others sombre, mournful even. It is prayer full of life, prayer in the Spirit. Jesus comes down and joins with us in our fight, in our daily lives to see the Kingdom of Heaven brought to this earth. We can learn methods, and tools of disciple making and they are useful – but above all, we can learn to pray, to bring down the very power of God to this earth so that His name be glorified, His Kingdom come and His will be done here.

Join with us, pray for us as we pray for you. It is the only way things will change, that we will see fruit. Can you sense the excitement? Dare to come to God in prayer, and watch him move.

Of this Gospel, I was made a minister according to the gift of God’s grace, given me by the working of his power– Ephesians

It seems a fundamental difference between the church in the West and the East, is the concept around a minister. In the East, thousands of ordinary believers see themselves empowered to proclaim the Gospel, make Disciples and plant churches. From the get-go, new believers are taught that proclaiming the Gospel with a view to making Disciples is the normal Christian life.

I arrived late into Auckland airport this week, and it had been a long day already. My taxi driver was Ravi and we drove into town. Ravi was from Punjab, in the North of India and chatted away merrily, while I sat in silence, too tired to talk. Poor me. Along the way, I sensed the prompting of the Holy Spirit to engage, but I resisted. Time and again, I felt the prod to talk but as we all do, any sense of calling was pushed away until at last I relented.

Very often it appears that such brief conversations are a waste of time, but they’re not ever a waste. As we arrived at our destination, Ravi told me an incredible story that had happened just a few weeks before. He had been driving down from the North of New Zealand, some 400km north of Auckland, and he came across a hitcher. As a taxi driver, the last thing Ravi would do is stop to pick up a hitcher, especially travelling at 100k/hr but he felt a compulsion to pull over.

The man he picked up, was someone whose work was to help people discover Jesus. They spent the next 3 hours discussing Jesus and comparing him to Hindu gods. Along the way, the man told Ravi that he would normally have got a lift down with his friends, but Jesus had told him that he was to set out walking, as he wanted to introduce him to someone who would pick him up, which turned out to be Ravi.

Ravi was amazed that now two people who had been in his car would be ‘sent’ by Jesus. I was able to write down some Bible verses for him to read and showed him how to Google them on his phone. We prayed about his wife arriving from India, and how he might explain Jesus to members of his family.

All of us, as believers, are called to be ministers of Christ in any circumstance that arises. I fear that the Gospel for most is not a way of life.

If we as believers are walking in the Spirit, then every moment of every day we are listening, waiting for him to present opportunities. We simply need to respond. We need not be ashamed, or fearful or feel odd because we choose to share Jesus; contrarily, it must be a priority for all of us in our lives to follow Paul’s example and minister Christ to others. We simply open our mouths in response.

The prayer Jesus taught his Disciples was firstly to Glorify the name of the Father and then bring his Kingdom and Will to earth. They are the priority – in a sense, our role is not so much to find out what the will of God is for our lives, but to find out what his will is, and become part of it. If this is true, then his will is abundantly clear, to bring others back to relationship with him, through Jesus Christ. Not some people, but all people. We don’t get to choose, he does.

When Jesus leads you to the next person, the question for all of us is will we respond? At the prompting of the Spirit, will we be a part of sowing into Ravi such that someone can then reap, or as I have been guilty of so often, will we simply ignore the prompting of the Spirit. Someone else can take care of it.

Can we imagine the consequences on the last day, when those we have ignored, stand before Christ with an incomplete picture because of our unwillingness? What will Jesus say, how will we explain that to him? Surely, you and I, need to take our responsibilities as ministers, as Paul did, far more seriously. Let us be next when Ravi comes along.