You’ve heard of the lifting up of holy hands, or lifting up a brother (or sister) before the Lord? The former is demonstration of worship and/or praise; the latter, a metaphor for intercessory prayer.
You’ve maybe heard of these, but have you heard of praying someone in the back? Or perhaps the prayer ambush?
Well, it’s kinda like this:
Imagine you’re out somewhere, and run into your friend. You exchange greetings, and your friend introduces you to their friend–a real prayer wolf. They ask if they can pray for you. Thinking that it’s going to be quick prayer lifted reverently to the Lord (you are, after all, in a public place), you acquiesce.
That isn’t what happens.
They flank you like guards walking a condemned prisoner down the green mile to the execution chamber. And then they start ululating in a language which can only be described as early tribal. Right there, in public, in loud voices (because God, apparently, is deaf) they begin to declaim your deliverance from:
Depression (you’re not down yet, but after this you will be)
Like the violet, you want nothing more than to shrink away out of view. People are beginning to look. You’re saying, “Stop! Stop!”
“In Jesus Name!! Stop!!” you yell at the top of your lungs.
“Amen, amen!” is what you hear in reply. “That’s right! You tell that bad old devil to stop.” Your eyes roll so hard into the back of your head you’re afraid they’ll stick there. You throw your hands up in utter disgust and frustration…
“Yes!!! Lift up those holy hands to the Lord!” Your hands clench involuntarily into fists, and before you know what you’re doing you lay hands on those dedicated prayer wolves with a couple of choice roundhouses and upper cuts.
“Now how do y’all feel about being slain in the spirit?” Like Ananias and Sapphira they ain’t getting up.
You walk off, perhaps feeling lighter than you have in quite some time.
Prayer, apparently, is good for the soul. Especially when you pray like Stands With A Fist.