Declaration, Supplication, Confession

“If I keep sin in my heart, the Lord will not hear me.” (Psalm 66:18).

Yesterday was a day of declaration. The “power” of the enemy was in my midst, and the Lord said, “My son, stand up on your feet and make war against the enemy! I have given you commandment! I have given you authority!” So I did. I stood up on my feet, and began to declare, “The enemy will not prosper in this city! All his demons will flee! He himself will flee! He will have no opportunity to do any business in this city! Abortion clinics will close! The power of the enemy will flee from this city, and there will be no return! He will never, never, return, ever! The power of God will come upon this city with such force, that no one is going to know what happened to them! The power of God will prosper in this city! God will do His wonders!”

This was the type of “prayer” that I uttered. Really, it was the power of declaration. If you have never tried it before, you may be in for a big surprise. There is tremendous heavenly p-o-w-er that can be released when we pray this way. It is like “moving God’s hand” to do battle.

This morning, however, was different. I got up (and the power of the enemy was all over me). I tried to do the “declaration thing” again, as I did last night, but this time, what the Lord was doing was different. I listened. The Lord said to me, “Now pray, my son, for the authorities in this city! Pray for all the leaders in this city, Christian and non-Christian alike! Pray for them now!” So I did. “Oh, Lord, bring unity in this city! Bring your purposes to pass! Bring down walls of division that have been set up in this city amongst Christians! Oh Lord, let your purposes prevail!” I kept praying for the leaders of the city, Christian and non-Christian alike, just as the Lord had said. I kept praying. There seemed to be no end in sight as to how long the Lord wanted me to pray. A few times, my son came in the room and said, “Daddy, look at my new water gun that you bought me! Look at how it works! Daddy, can you help me (use it)?” I briefly turned to him, and answered him, then continued in on my prayers. (At times, I didn’t answer him at all, but just kept on praying).

Then the Lord said, “Pray for you mother, pray for your father, pray for the members of your family!” I could pray for my father and some of my other relatives, all right, but, as soon as I got to my mother, I came against a roadblock! I knew she did not know Christ in her heart, and yet, I was not able to pray the prayer, “Oh Lord, bring her to salvation!” I tried — oh, as hard as I could try — to pray that prayer, but, every time I “entered in” to praying that prayer, all I got was a “grieving” deep inside my spirit. The Lord said to me, “This is not the prayer to pray for your mother. You have some undealt with issues in your heart against your mother, and I cannot even hear your prayers for your mother until you confess to me the truth!” So, I entered into a time of Spirit-led confession. Really, it was more than confession. It was all the unexpressed “feelings” I had inside of me towards my mothers. These were feelings of hurt, and grief, over the fact that she just didn’t seem to have a-n-y interest whatsoever in pursuing things of the Lord.

“Oh Lord, my mother is destined for hell, and I don’t even care! I don’t care a bit that she’s heading for hell and destruction, and that she’s going there, Lord! I just don’t care! Lord, I don’t have any love in my heart! My heart is empty of your love, and I just don’t care! Unless you, oh Lord, put that love in my heart, it will never be there! Oh God, save me from my wicked heart! I am a wicked sinner! Oh Lord, help me!” I continued on this way, for several minutes. I knew that I still could not pray for my mother to be saved. “That” particular prayer was not the prayer “on the agenda” at this particular time. The prayer that was on the agenda was the “prayer of confession.” Tears and tears just streamed down my eyes. I could get absolutely nowhere in my “prayers and supplications” before the Lord on behalf of my mother (or anyone else this applied to) unless I first confessed to the Lord my wicked sinfulness and uncaring of heart towards her. “If I keep sin in my heart, the Lord will not hear me,” David said. (Psalm 66:18). He was right. He knew what all that was about. He had kept sin in his heart when he sinned with Bathsheba, and when he had Uriah killed, for one. David suffered for his sins, which he did not confess.

“Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile. When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the LORD; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah.” (Psalm 32:2-5). It pays to “confess all” to the Lord, if you are feeling the least bit grieved about another person.

Yesterday, it was a time of declaration. I was the giant, the king, the authority, “beating down the heavenly powers” (no I, but the Lord working in me). Today, I was rubble and ashes, repenting before the Lord, who created me, and who exposed my wicked heart, because I simply could not pray that prayer to see my own mother saved unless I confessed the wickedness and lack of caring that was in my own heart. “O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord!” (Romans 7:24-25).