Friday’s Prayers for Prisoners (March 14, 2014)




“Honey, the Lord told me on the way home tonight how blessed I should feel to have a godly husband like you,” said Carol as we slipped into bed at the end of a long weekday.

“That may be true, but I’m going to shoot your mom,” I said looking at the ceiling.

“Sweetheart, what?” she said, her green eyes blinking in unbelief.

“After I shoot her, I might hang her by the neck, and then drop her over a steep cliff.”

“Dear, that’s not like you at all. You wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially my mom.”

“After today, I’ve changed my mind about a lot of things. I just might shoot her right between the eyes.”

We rolled over and fell to sleep.

This conversation actually took place in Glidden, Iowa, when Carol and I stayed at her mom’s five-acre farm. Fern was seventy-eight years old at the time, but don’t go thinking her age caused her to be a weak link in the local farming scene. Nothing could have been further from the truth. If anything, she still resembled a pioneer woman ready to hitch up a Conestoga wagon with a pair of oxen and head over the Rockies to Oregon.

Everything had been great between Fern and me up until that week. Her humor and intelligence made her a joy to be around, but all of the warm fuzzies ended when sweet corn season arrived.

Now, let me set the stage, okay?

The late July temperatures hovered near one hundred degrees with the humidity approaching tropical rainforest levels. No air conditioning. Ten zillion, pesty, ornery farm flies, and two acres of sweet corn. Carol worked for a company in Carroll, Iowa, and I had just finished detasseling for a hybrid seed corn company.

“Larry, would you like to help harvest some sweet corn?” asked Fern one morning.

“Sure, of course,” I said, not foreseeing any problems.

The next four days were an absolute “hell on earth” for me. The heat, humidity, and flies took their toll, but what pushed me over the edge were Fern’s drill sergeant’s tactics.

“Do this. Don’t do that. Be careful. Watch out. Grab this. Let go. It’s not that hot outside. Can’t you go a little faster? What’s wrong with you?”

She counted the number of pints of corn already done on the fourth day.

“We’ve already done one hundred and twenty pints so far, which is a record for me, but I know we can do at least two hundred pints, maybe even more.”

Her eyes gleamed with the possibilities of being listed in the Guinness World Records and the Prairie Farmer. That night I spouted off to Carol about offing her mom.

I crept out of bed early the next morning and tiptoed down to the family room. There I dropped to my knees on the carpet.

“Lord, what’s my problem? Why do I want to shoot a sweet, seventy-eight year old lady?” I prayed.

The Lord spoke to my heart after a long while: “You’ve given up on senior citizens. You think they just want to collect their social security checks and sit on porches, taking it easy until they die. You don’t believe I will use them in a move of My Spirit in America.” Then, He added, “I haven’t given up on them and neither should you. Repent of your attitudes.”

I repented before the Lord that morning.

(An excerpt from The Hunt for Larry Who by Larry Nevenhoven, chapter 28, Glidden.)

The following is my prayer for today:

Lord, I pray for the gray-haired believers in America that You would remember them and use them to proclaim Your power and Your mighty miracles to all people. (Based on Psalm 71:18)

What do you think and has the Lord spoken to you?

Join with me on Fridays to fast and pray for prisoners, according to Hebrews 13:3



Filed under Christianity, Church, Fasting, Gifts of the Spirit, jesus, Prayer, Prophecy, spiritual warfare

6 responses to “Friday’s Prayers for Prisoners (March 14, 2014)

  1. Thanks, Larry. Continue praying for us gray-haired believers.

  2. Derrick

    Thanks. I’m one of the gray hairs, too. Go Geezers!

  3. I love the way you write, Mr. Larry, and share how God deals with you! My momma is in an assisted living place now, and many times has told me how many people are “religious”. They hold bible studies there too, and while I don’t expect she’ll be going, I am encouraged by so many who love God being around her, loving her too. 🙂 A different mission field!
    I prayed from 1 Peter 1: 6-9, that the genuine faith of those imprisoned and persecuted, though tested, be found to praise, honor and glorify Jesus.
    Thank you , Mr. Larry and God bless!

  4. I learned about the spunk and intelligence of Senior Citizens after working for 12 years in a small Chamber of Commerce where we had over 50 of them as volunteers. Many of them adopted me as a daughter they never had, the extra daughter they wanted and considered me the “boss of the office!”

  5. Debbie,

    Thanks. What a great scripture for today. God bless you.

  6. Naphtali,

    Thanks. The above story took place 15 years ago and now there are those who might consider me a senior citizen…although I always argue the point.

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