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Sackcloth!

I was reading in Nehemiah 9 just a couple of days ago and was stopped at verse one. The verse mentions "sackcloth". 1Now in the twenty and fourth day of this month the children of Israel were assembled with fasting, and with sackclothes, and earth upon them.

I've read that verse I don't know how many times before in my life without stopping to think about "sackclothes" and dirt on the head.

What stopped me this time is that the Lord has been working in my life in the area of prayer recently; gut wrenching, crying, pleading, prayer. I want to see God move in a Penticostal way (3000 saved that is... I already speak in tongues...PORTUGUESE that is!) I want to see Him work in a big way in our neighborhood.

The other reason that I was stopped in my Bible reading tracks is that I am preparing a message for Sunday night on that exact subject, Prayer.

So, I had Dawn pick up some sackcloth while she was in town this morning and I am having her sew me up a sackcloth T shirt! I want to use it in my message and maybe a bit afterwards too. Have you ever put on such a shirt? I believe that it will allow me to be a bit more alert in my prayers. I'll keep you posted!

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