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Streaming all day long were videos of
the nations.
More than a hundred
nations were showcased
in beautifully done prayer
videos, each some four-to-five
minutes long.
As the nation of India appeared on
screen, one of the overseers of that
nation, at that moment, was in the
prayer room. With delight, he lifted his
head and proclaimed, “That’s my nation.”
All day long, the prayers over the nations
poured forth.
Another visual presentation featured
unreached peoples around the world,
showing the regions of the world in
which they typically live, representative
faces, and statistics on the degree to
which the gospel had penetrated their
group. Some sat in the prayer room,
calling out the names of these peoples.
Many sat. Others formed prayer
circles.
Some walked the prayer room.
Some lay prostrate, weeping.
Some lay across one
of the carpet maps.
One dear intercessor, danced on the
maps of the nation and the world, praying.
At times, during the day, voices were
raised in prayer, in passionate, tearful
prayer. At other times, the room grew
quiet. Never, during the entire assembly,
was it empty. Hundreds of intercessors,
during the course of the week streamed
through the prayer room. They picked
up a handful of the many prayer requests
that were sent to the room and walked
the floor praying.