Yesterday Jen, a few others, and I took down the prayer room. It has been open all day and some evenings ever since The 48. We took down the posters, the information signs, the post-it notes, the art work, the Bibles, the hymnals, and the chairs. Everything, except the architecture, serving as a sign of what God's been doing on campus and that this is a house of prayer has been taken down.
It was sad. The year is ending. All the students are parting ways for the summer. Faithful seniors who have been monumental in the prayer happenings on campus are moving on. For awhile, this room that we prayed over, prayed in, cried in, sang in, danced in, and changed in will no longer be used for prayer.
It was sad, however, it was also joyful. As I placed the post-its filled with prayers and praises and the posters filled with testimonies of break-throughs of hearts and lives changing I was reminded of God's faithfulness, of His power, of His love, of his Grace, His goodness, and His holiness. Though the people are leaving and the space is empty God was (and is) here, present in our lives and on our campus. The 48 was not a dream and though the memory may fade for some, the impact of experiencing the presence of God will forever wound many for love. People have been changed. I have been changed. God is faithful. What He has promised He will do and He has done.
Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,
and your dominion endures through all generations.
The LORD is faithful to all his promises
and loving toward all he has made.
Psalm 145:13
Joy and Sadness. An interesting paradox, though not unexpected. Life from death. Beauty from ashes. A paradox that does more than perplex and amaze, but creates desire for that which I mourn for and that which I rejoice over.
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