It’s been a while since I wrote about the prayer cloth (PC) phenomena (see “Lost and Found” and “Search and Rescue” 4/20/17). But I have been getting some exciting feedback and wanted to post an update. Just when I began thinking those little fabric squares were a nutty idea, someone else would tell me their story. The first one I already wrote about several months ago. The recipient of the fabric swatch was a guy whose infected eyeball was completely healed the night before it was schedules to be surgically removed. The next one is about a church in Africa.
A globe-trotting evangelist in our small group named Ted also took a prayer cloth. He was scheduled for a conference in the East African country of Tanzania. While there he met a hard-working pastor who’d been asked to relinquish the thriving congregation he’d built from nothing. His supervisor had recently assigned him the task of starting a new church elsewhere. Ted felt compelled to give the prayer cloth to this discouraged shepherd. He exhorted him to believe God for a new thriving congregation. Within a few months the pastor had good news for Ted. He saw his fledgling congregation grow rapidly from 0 to around 300! He was ecstatic to see God’s hand in what seemed like an overwhelming situation.
The next story was much closer to home. One of the more senior ladies in our group, Jan, gave a prayer cloth to her diabetic daughter. This middle-aged woman placed it under her mattress hoping for an abatement of her many health issues. One of the most concerning was the poor blood circulation in her legs that could result in amputation. Nine months later Jan reported that her daughter saw dramatic restoration of blood circulation in her legs.
The third story is one of my own. While I rarely get to see any immediate results from my prayer efforts and prophetic acts, God made an exception. If you recall I had prayed over the “TBL” nightclub back in December of 2016 (see “Gayward Bound” 3/15/2017). “TBL” is short for The Bottom Line. I often cycled by this establishment and in December of 2017 I noticed the two huge palm planters that flanked the front doors had been removed. That’s where I had placed a couple prayer cloths. Determined not to be thwarted, I would return later and find another spot on the premises.
The next time I cycled past the faded green building, the front doors were wide open. Turning into the parking lot I rode up to see what was going on. To my surprise the nightclub's interior was a mess. The owners were wandering around inside so I asked if the club was closed. They nodded. Then I asked if they were going to relocate. Dejectedly one of them said “No, honey, that’s not happening.” I tried to ask a few more questions but when I was ignored I felt it best to move along before I was asked to do so.
Later, I found an on-line News-Press article reporting that “TBL” had closed its doors six months ago. It had been in operation for 30 years! A former DJ told the journalist that attendance had been dropping from nearly 500 on weekend nights 8 years ago to maybe 78. Still he said “TBL” lasted longer than most clubs which close after 5-10 years. The owners would not comment as to why the business was terminated.
To be clear, I wasn’t praying for the club to close… just that God would have His way with that establishment. He could have brought deliverance and healing to the owners. They could have turned it into a restaurant. Apparently, God wanted it shut down.
There’s still one more, but much smaller, gay bar in Fort Myers, called “Rascals.” I planted a prayer cloth and sounded the shofar there too. Have Your way. Lord!
“But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise…“ (1 Corinthians 1:27)
Charles Runnells, "The Bottom Line nightclub closing after three decades in Fort Myers," News-Press, May 30, 2017, https://www.news-press.com/story/news/2017/05/30/tbl-fort-myers-bottom-line-closes-nightclub-bar-gay-lgbt-/354599001