“The Response” A Call to Prayer
One of our volunteers (Daniel) here at Captured Miracles, sent me a link to “The Response” It’s a call to prayer on August 6, 2011 at Reliant Stadium in Houston, Texas. I just love it. It is actually very close to what we are wanting to do here at Captured Miracles…a call for a national day of prayer and fast, and pulling all religions and people together.
For us the idea originally stemmed from one of our Stories out of “The Miracle of America” book “Miracle at the Old South Church”. I am going to share that story and image below. Along with the link to “The Response” Website and video. For now we are going to join in on their day of fasting and prayer, if you are interested in joining us with ours in the future join our newsletter list HERE and we will let you know about it in the future.
Please feel free to also join theirs and be a part of this great event…regardless of our political or religious views…our nation needs us to put aside our differences and unite in prayer.
Helen Thomas Robson
Co-Founder & Photographer/Artist of Captured Miracles
In October of 1746, during what came to be known as the French and Indian War, France sent a fleet of nearly 100 ships — the largest armada to ever approach the shores of this great land – They were here to recapture Louisburg and burn every American harbor from Boston to Charleston sparing no life along the way.
We alone held no hope in matching the massive Canon, Gun and manpower of this great fleet. We needed a miracle! The Governor assembled what men and resources he could and called for a universal day of fasting and prayer. Thronging to the churches, people everywhere pleaded with the almighty asking for that miracle.
Time was short as the fleet was quickly approaching our shores. The Reverend Thomas Prince from the high pulpit of the Old South Church, prayed before hundreds. He offered up these very words:
“Deliver us from our enemy!” He implored. “Send Thy tempest, Lord, upon the waters to the eastward! Raise Thy right hand. Scatter the ships of our tormentors and drive them hence. Sink their proud frigates beneath the power of Thy winds!”
He had scarcely pronounced the words when the sun was consumed by darkness and there arose a great tempest in the sea. The land was cast in shadow, as a great wind arose, shrieking around the walls of the church. Suddenly, the shutters began a violent hammering–slamming at the windows, as if the very hand of God shook the earth. The bell tower atop the old church began ringing so fiercely the people feared it would break lose, killing anyone in its path
“We hear Thy voice, O Lord!” he thundered triumphantly. “We hear it! Thy breath is upon the waters to the eastward, even upon the deep. Thy bell tolls for the death of our enemies!” He bowed his head in reverence; then looked up, tears streaming down his face. “Thine be the glory, Lord. Amen and amen!”
The following day would bring the news that it was a miracle–the miracle they had prayed for. The whole fleet, nearly lost, the remaining men some sick with scurvy, some pestilential fever was observed a week later limping off to the southwest.
God was called upon and God answered. Or country was saved; Boston wasn’t burned! Charleston wasn’t burned! New York wasn’t burned! God had once again preserved the colonists from utter destruction.