Sadhu Sundar Singh

Just as the salt water of the sea is drawn upwards by the hot rays of the sun, and gradually takes on the form of clouds, and, turned thus into sweet and refreshing water, falls in showers on the earth (for the sea water as it rises upwards leaves behind it its salt and bitterness), so when the thoughts and desires of the man of prayer rise aloft like misty emanations of the soul, the rays of the Sun of Righteousness purify them of all sinful taint, and his prayers become a great cloud which descends from heaven in a shower of blessing, bringing refreshment to many on the earth.

Pete Greig

In the great days of steam, boiler rooms powered everything from vast machines in factories to household heating systems. A boiler room was a powerhouse, a driving force, a place of pressure and creative energy. From the furnace came power. Of course a boiler room was also functional, dirty and hot, often tucked away in the basement. It wasn’t a comfortable or pretty setting for entertaining or relaxing. The boiler room was a place of essential, hidden labour. This Boiler Room imagery is an eloquent metaphor for the function of a prayer house in any community. As we stoke the fires of intercession— often hard work done in secret—power is released to energise God’s house and his purposes in the surrounding area.

 

Scott Hubbard

Prayer invades the hours after morning devotions as we turn every burden into “Help me,” every pleasure into “Thank you,” every temptation into “Deliver me,” and every opportunity for obedience into “Strengthen me.” Prayer is more than a slot in our schedule; it is the reflex of our hearts, the aroma of our waking hours.