A garbage dump of pestilence and poverty. Drugs and sex trafficking run rampant in this squalor-filled, unhygienic area. The White Building was built in 1964 for housing government officials. Now it is left as a dilapidated cement structure, a microvillage of shanty makeshift houses acrid hills of garbage and smoldering debris. People who are living there have to pay “rent” for their “homes”. Who knows when will they be asked to move out and become homeless, if it is treated ever as a “home”?
Father God, I am looking at this building, this squalor plain of land. What do I see? Nothing but garbage and kids running around without a piece of clothing, not even one piece. What do you see, Father God? Nothing but impoverished human souls and bodies being exploited.
Today I am not particularly praying for any one person, but choose to set my eyes surveying this photograph. Every single details of it is floating off the page. I can smell the filth smoking up from everywhere. A place where sin reigns high and low. I offer no words but the eyes of surveying with a heart of entering into this filthy place. Father God, you are there, your heart is there, I pray that in your timing you will send me and Paul there too.
We read 1 John 5:14 last night during prayer meeting. “This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, he hears us. and if we know that he hears us – whatever we ask – we know that we have what we asked of him.”
It is the same confidence Paul and I have in our hearts right now, not for the sake of discipling ourselves only, but to learn how to put our faith in action, knowing when we ask you to listen to our prayers to vindicate this place named “The White Building”, you will hear us. Now we know you are listening to our prayers, we are now asking you to reign in this White Building, in those squalors, in their families, in the naked child’s life, in every single room of their “home” which are being puzzled together by patches and patches of cardboards and used tires to protect their family from rain and sun, from danger in the middle of the most dangerous environment.
Father God, I pray that you sanctify each and single inch of this ground and land. May your shining light exploding right there on this land of garbage and filth. No terror characterizing this very land, but your love and your saving acts be seeping into every corner of it.
I don’t have many words today, but Father God, you give me Psalm 113 right now to close this prayer. I praise You, I love You for you are faithful and righteous. In your name. I pray. Amen.
Praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD, you his servants;
praise the name of the LORD.
Let the name of the LORD be praised,
both now and forever.
From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
the name of the LORD is to be praised.
The LORD is exalted over all the nations,
his glory above the heavens.
Who is like the LORD our God,
the One who sits enthroned on high,
who stoops down to look on the heavens and the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
and lifts the needy from the ash heap;
he seats them with princes,
with the princes of his people.
He settles the childless woman in her home
as a happy mother of children.
Praise the Lord.