I got a part-time job this summer, outside my home. I’m an independent worker, so I have a company-provided tablet that I take with me to my job sites. It enables me to do my job and reorder products, but it also enables me to communicate with the company, and vice versa. There is a tab that tells me what my activities are for the week, so that needs to be periodically updated so that I’ll know what’s new. And when I’ve done an activity, I need to mark it “complete” so my supervisor knows it’s done. I also use it to record my start- and stop-times, so I’ll be paid accurately.
But pushing those buttons is only half the job. The information is now on the tablet, but until I get someplace with wifi, and hit “transmit,” on the tablet it stays.
You see, “transmit” is the actual communication. When I hit that button, my information is sent to my company, and their information is sent to me: notifications on issues, new activities that need to be done, fixes to my tablet. After I transmit, information has been exchanged.
And I was thinking the other day, this is what happens when I say “Amen”. By that I mean, the transmission of prayer. Communication.
You see, I can think about things. I can discuss them with my husband and my friends and various advice-givers in my life. I can research and study a topic in trying to solve a problem or make a decision. But until I turn it into prayer, I haven’t done all I can. I haven’t, as a matter of fact, done the most important part of solving that problem or making that decision.
He treasures our prayers. And to me, there are few things greater than knowing I’ve been heard.
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