Out of order

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One of the things that I have learned is that when I pray, for a person or a situation, I should first ask questions God one vital question – what am I praying for and about in this situation. This is because, knowing God’s will in any situation is important. Otherwise you will pray in futility.

Recently as I prayed for someone, unasked I might add, I asked God – how do I pray this, how do I pray for this person? I received, “Out of order”. It was a pause and think moment. Out of order? A person can be “out of order”? Like a loo? Horrid – as a picture of an “Out of order” sign came to mind. Sign on the door, and leaking flowing fluids on the floor. Faecal matter urine substances? Not a pretty sight.

Are you 'Out of Order'? How do you know you are “Out of Order”? The answer is simple - do you bring order to your space - or chaos?

If you are in order, no matter what the situation – there will be an apparent way to handle it, solutions will become apparent, and usually a winning solution or a satsificing one.

On the other hand, if you are in chaos, out of order, a situation will escalate into more chaos, dramatically out of norm circumstances will result and the fallout will be for come and see – all of your own doing. In some instances, those around you, will probably be trying to contain your “out of order” behaviour instead of dealing with the situation – which of course will lead to the situation not being dealt with. It will become a trail of smashed up, broken down, bricking up, messed out, not working scenes all around you – one after the other. Your life will be seemingly, “out of order”.

Chaos will follow you. Do you know such a person? Are you such a person?

I have a friend [read a combination of a number of people I know]. If there is a mad man in town – they will find my friend. If there is a rogue matatu driver on the road – they will meet my friend. If there is an unreasonable policemen – they will have an engagement with my friend. And the end result, trouble and strife. Why does this happen? My friend turns even seemingly simple situations into impressive chaos that just rolls on and on into the land of epic disasters.

I [read the rest of the world around you] have stood and watched helplessly. And now I try and stay out of the toxic harmful fallout. I try to to live far from you, and your negative destructive spiel. Because you are “out of order”.

For my person that I am praying for, who is acting in a disorderly manner, outside of what God wills for them, then I will pray for them to come into His order. A former colleague always said – our God is a God of order! Our God, who is of order does not create disorder. If you are out of order, out of God’s order, it is the enemy. Fact. You are suffering from either manifestation and infestation, oppression, obsession, or possession – unless you have a mental illness.

I will pray that they fix up. That they are able to recognise that they are out order. That they, with the help of the Holy Spirit, will be able to recognise they are out of order, a human out of divine purpose and use, a breeding ground for harmful parasitic bacterial enemy activity. That they will be able to self examine and reflect. That they will have the courage to do so. Plus the grace. Oh yes – the amazing grace.

And if they cannot do it, that God their creator, who made them out of love, will have the mercy to put them back into His divine order, as He wills.

Amen.

Please pray for them too.

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