Communion as Prayer

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all. Amen. 2 Corinthians 13:14

Our text speaks of the communion of the Holy Ghost. Communion is a form of conversation between persons of like mind. When the Christian enters the prayer chamber, God’s Spirit unites the saint with his Saviour in communion. That is how supplication and praying yields peace. You make your requests known unto God and His peace is given in return. When you pray in peace, the Holy Spirit enables you to receive answers to your requests.

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Communion as prayer is a form of true communication. When two persons truly communicate, there is first a desire to listen. You seek first to understand the person you are listening to before attempting to be understood. In praying, you have to be willing to listen to God’s word and understand God’s will for you before you can expect God to hear your request.

Praying is having a heart open to hear God’s word; pausing to consider its message; and then responding in such a way as to demonstrate an understanding of what you heard. Only then are you in a position to give your requests. You do not expect to be understood if you are not open to listen.

Most people communicate by either giving a speech or preparing one while the other is giving one (a collective monologue). Praying to God is not a monologue, but a dialogue made possible by the Holy Ghost. Such communion is an intimate dialogue.


originally published 11 February 2007

A Mother’s Plea

Commencing my daily 4 km walk, I was suddenly confronted by a desperate mother.

She sprung forth from a car that was backing out of a driveway. She began shouting in my direction and ran toward me. In her arms was a limp baby girl.

English was not the first language of these recent migrants, but a mother’s plea for “help” can be understood by all.

The mother begged me to drive their car and speedily take her daughter any place where help could be found. Through the sobs, shouting, surprises; in seconds of time, I learned the baby had fallen and stopped breathing.


The grandfather willingly moved from the driver’s seat and became my co-pilot. I set the hazards flying, the headlights beaming, and the horn honking. I crossed through intersections with red lights during one of the busiest times on one of busiest roads in West Auckland. The “flight” from my suburb to the local hospital was soared at great speed.

All the while Mum was understandingly begging for help—and for me to hurry.

As she clung to her dying infant and comforted a toddler beside her in the back seat, the atmosphere charged me to land my car-plane speedily. 

I am happy to report the baby was resuscitated without incident. After ministering to the grandfather and his step-daughter, I returned to Grandma. She was relieved beyond description when I motioned to her that baby is “okay”. She immediately responded by putting her hands together and lifting them upwards with her eyes toward Heaven.

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The above incident is a true story drawn from my diary. By God’s grace, I have lived a full life here in Aotearoa.