Persevering Prayer- a story from the killing fields of Cambodia
· Posted by Walking Worthy at 20:47
The boy however would not be put off. He persisted in crying out after me, till I finally steeled myself and ignored him. After about an hour of whimpering and pleading, he fell silent, deep in thought. He knew that I was the only lifeline there was to save his brother's life. Next thing, I felt a pair of sinewy arms grip me round the legs, and a pari of ankles lock around mine. And there he clung like a leech. Now it was my turn to protest. But his lips were sealed. He clearly wasn't going to let his vice-like grip on my legs till they followed him to that place where his brother lay dying I was thus compelled to go with him in order to get rid of him! His dogged importunity had gained him the victory. And I reflected as I pursued him through the trees that this was surely what serious believing Christian prayer was all about. It entailed a crucial element of 'violence'. It involved patiently holding on to the knees of God, even in the face of apparent silence and lack of movement. The older brother's life was saved."
From 'Killing Fields, Living Fields', Don Cormack (Monarch Books, London 1997) p. 339-340