Amazing Answers to Prevailing Prayer

Amazing Answers to Prevailing Prayer

Georgia Davenport McCain

Published by Ron McCain at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 Ron McCain

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Acknowledgments

To all who have given me their personal testimony to be used in this book,

And to all publishers, authors and others, who have so graciously granted me permission to use material from books, tracts, religious papers and other sources, I take this means to express my heartfelt thanks.

Georgia D. McCain

Dedication

Lovingly dedicated to my daughters-in-law, Tammy, Tina, and Angie McCain,

and

To my granddaughters, Victoria Wilson, Jessica Simmons and Lauren, Lindzee, Ashley and Katie McCain,

and

To my grandsons, Jeffrey and Jason Simmons, and Christopher and Kyle McCain.

Preface

D. L. Moody once asked a group of children whom he was addressing, a question, What is prayer? One lad answered, Prayer is an offering up of our own desires unto God for things agreeable to His will, in the Name of Christ, with confession of our sins and thankful acknowledgment of His mercies.

If you were asked the same question today, what would be your answer?

One writer defines prayer as the language of an earnest soul, breathing after God, and a knowledge of His will. Another tells us it is an attitude of the heart, the admittance of our helplessness, the recognition of the all-sufficiency of God. In other words, the acknowledgment that God can do for us what we cannot do for ourselves, if we are in a right relationship with Him and ask according to His will.

Some describe prayer as confession to God. Some say it is praise and adoration. Webster's dictionary defines prayer as a solemn address to the Supreme Being, an earnest entreaty, petition, request or plea.

Praying is the lifting up of the soul to God. David tells us in Psalm 25:4-5 (after lifting up his soul to God) to shew me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me .... What a privilege, learning of God, His ways, His truth. And this is life eternal, that they should know thee, the only true God John 17:3.

We need a revelation of God, a realization of His Glory, His Majesty, His Power, His Grace and His Love. We need to wait before Him until He manifests Himself. Only then can we pray aright. Only then should we offer up our petitions to Him.

Prayer! What a privilege! That we, poor weak worms of the dust are invited to come before a Sovereign God to commune with Him, to bring our petitions to Him and have the assurance that He hears and answers. Eph, 3:20 tells us that He is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think. God delights to answer His children's prayers. Multitudes of God's children have testified to this fact, and we are endeavoring, by God's help, to record here some of these wonderful answers to prayer, some taken from my book, Trials and Triumphs, now out of print, and others used by permission from God's people to whom God has manifested His power and glory in answering their prayers and in working mighty miracles in their behalf. Also, I am including some poems, memorial addresses and other items believed to be of interest to the reader.

I have felt for several years the need of writing a book on answers to prayer, to encourage God's people in these dark and troublesome days just before the coming of the Lord. But because of the lack of response for testimonies, and because of a very busy life in God's vineyard, I had postponed it, and had almost given up the hope of ever writing another book. But recently I read a book on answered prayer by Margaret Gouge, and a flame was rekindled within my heart to seek God's will in the matter, recognizing the fact that unless He helped and led, my poor efforts would be in vain. Thankfully, I feel He is leading me on, helping me to glean material and get it typed up, for which I humbly praise Him.

In my personal experience, when I am earnestly praying for spiritual, physical, or other needs, I often search through my library for a book on prayer or answers to prayer, to encourage me, as God does not always answer immediately, though sometimes He does. Many times, God has led me to just the right book and as I have read how others held on until they prevailed with God, it would inspire me to do likewise though the answer tarried.Thank God! He does answer. He rewards faith. Let us keep holding on in these last days, believing God to work in our behalf. God is the same yesterday, today and forever. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need Hebrews 4:16.

I do not claim any literary excellence. I only write, to the best of my ability, as God leads and helps. I pray for indulgence for any errors or lack on the part of the author that may be detected in this book.

All entries are from reliable sources used by permission of the writer himself or by someone who had the authority to grant me permission. Many of the writers are personal friends of the author.

I trust that God will use this little book for His glory and honor. May we be made to realize that what He has done for others, He can also do for us. Praise His wonderful Name!

Georgia D. McCain

Contents

A Prayer-Answering God--Georgia D. McCain

Praises at Midnight--Georgia D. McCain

How Much Does a Prayer Weigh?--Joseph Sadony

Ask and Receive--Chester Cormier

Money Provided in Answer to Prayer--Rev. Claude Eshelman

Two Babies Died The Day Before With What Our Little David Had—David Poorman

The Lord Hath Heard My Supplication--Georgia D. McCain

Repentant Thief

Provision and Protection--Margaret Wade

H. Robb French-Saved. at the Family Altar at Age Four --Anna T. McPherson

I'm Not Afraid To Die Now--Georgia D. McCain

If God Doesn't Undertake, I'll Be Out of Business in a Short Time--Rev. Claude Eshelman

Glenn Griffith, Soldier of his Country and of God--Compiled by Don Hughes

I'm the Meanest Man in Town--Glenn Griffith

The Experience of a 13-year-old Girl--Glenn Griffith

Is Not This a Brand Plucked Out of the Fire?--Georgia D. McCain

Directed by God To Find Keys Covered With Ten Inches of Snow--Rev. Claude Eshelman

A Mother Prays for Her Son--Rev. W. J. Harney

She Prayed for Him Seventeen Years--Rev. David Denton

A Doctor Healed of Cancer--Dr. Thomas R. Robinson

Our Little Angel, Nathaniel--Georgia D. McCain

God's Little Missionary--Georgia D. McCain

Memorial Poem for Nathaniel--Georgia D. McCain

Two-Year Memorial for Nathaniel--Georgia D. McCain

Three-Year Memorial for Nathaniel--Georgia D. McCain

Four-Year Memorial for Nathaniel--Georgia D. McCain

No Hope of Recovery But God Heard and Answered--Rev Claude Eshelman

Lord Save Me--Georgia D. McCain

Be Sure Your Sin Will Find You Out--Ohio

For Twelve and One Half Years, Mother Set Elwood's Plate--Rev. Paul Lucas

How God Solved a Church Problem--Georgia D. McCain

A Sister Healed of Asthma--David Poorman

His Eye Is on the Sparrow--Rufus D. Reisdorph

Safety Is of the Lord--Dona Maxey

Three Women Healed of Different Infirmities --Rev. Claude Eshelman

You Drive-I'll Pray--Rev. David Denton

Answered Prayer for an Unspoken Request --Georgia D. McCain

With His Stripes We Are Healed--Lillian M. Knapp

For Eight Years She Came To Tell Me About Jesus --Irene Hanley

Ask, And It Shall Be Given You--Georgia D. McCain

Don't Get Too Attached to Her for She Is Going To Die—David Poorman

Experience of Charles C. Waterman, Conductor

Two Stories on How God Supplied Water--Rev. Claude Eshelman

We Have a Big God--David Poorman

The Hem of His Garment--Marilyn Browning

An Eighty-eight-year-old Man Saved--Georgia D. McCain

A Tribute to William F. McCain—Georgia D. McCain

God Answers the Prayer of a Mother Dead 65 Years--Dr. Wm. F. Beirnes

Struck by 138,000 Volts of Electricity and Lived--Rev. Richard Grewell

A Man Appeared to Me in White--Georgia D. McCain

He Picked Me Up--Charles M. Harrison

How God Paid the Bills at Northwest Indian Bible School--Ruth Stearns

Riding on an Empty Gas Tank and the Promises of God--Georgia D. McCain

Fire --Lillian Knapp

For Seventeen Years He Testified that God Had Promised To Heal Him--David Poorman

How the Lord Understood a Family's Need--Paul W. Treese

My Cupboards Were Completely Bare--Gertrude Smith

A Drunkard Redeemed--Rev. Raymond Rice

A Husband's Conversion, and How God Averted a Heart Operation--Ruby E. Hayner

Her Husband'sTestifies of God's Help with Transmission Trouble--Harold Hayner

I Will Send My Angel--Ina Shreve McVey

An Eighteen-month-old Scalded--Georgia D. McCain

Though My Dad Was Dead, I Know God Answered His Prayer--David Poorman

Praying for a Pair of Pants--Gertrude Smith

Results of a Thirty-day Fast--Pennsylvania

Sgt. Alvin C. York, Christian Patriot and World War II Hero

We Give Best Under the Weight of the Cross--Joshua Stauffer

God's Intervention in the Matter of Sunday Work---Georgia D. McCain

A Testimony of Salvation--Eloise Eaton

Going Out Like Abraham--Rev. G. T. Bustin

Bible School Days--Georgia D. McCain

A Remarkable Deliverance--I. E. Hicks

How God Quieted a Restless Baby--Rev. Claude Eshelman

Praying for a Backslidden Preacher--Georgia D. McCain

The Lonely Cabin on the Forty Mile--Charles S. Price

A Need of $16.14 Supplied--Gertrude Smith

A Thunderstorm Quieted--Karla Chawn

Jake Saw the Man With the Nails in His Hands--Rev. J. S. Barnett

Memorial for David Leo--Georgia D. McCain

A Poem to My Granddaughter in Nigeria--Georgia D. McCain

A Mother's Day Composition--Georgia D. McCain

The Song of the Murdered Children--Kimberly Wilson

How God Used Dreams for His Glory--Georgia D. McCain

The Old Folk's Home--Georgia D. McCain

Let Us Run With Patience the Race That Is Set Before Us--Georgia D. McCain

About the Author

More Books by Georgia Davenport McCain

Letters from Readers of Georgia McCain Books

A Prayer-Answering God

This book which you are now holding in your hand,

Is sent to encourage God's people all over the land.

Our faith is being tested, we are tempted and tried,

But we can win the battle with God on our side.

For whatever the situation, God will always be there

To defeat the devil as we hold on in prayer.

Yesterday, today and forever, God is always the same,

And He promised to answer prayer, if we ask in Jesus' Name.

Sometimes He answers immediately, just as soon as we pray,

But more often we must keep praying, holding on day after day.

Never should we give up because the answer may tarry,

For nearly always in answering, God's plans vary.

Many have continued praying for many long years,

And the prayers have been recorded as well as the tears.

In this book you'll find that prayer has not been in vain,

For you'll see how God has answered again and again.

Your soul will be blest, and your cup will run o'er

When you read how God often knocked on a heart's door.

While Mother was praying, or perhaps a dear wife,

God brought a sinner to repentance, and gave him new life.

Or perhaps someone was sick and lying at death's door,

But because of someone's prayers, God intervened once more.

Once through the faith of a child who was three,

A mother was healed of cancer, causing a glorious jubilee.

Another cancer patient, a Catholic, with only a few days to live,

Read a tract, gave his heart to God, and was then wonderfully healed.

Other cancer victims, some with heart ailments and other diseases,

That doctors couldn't help, but God could, for He doeth as He pleases.

Other answers are recorded, some for the supplying of needs,

For protection, help in trouble, for reaping after the sowing of seed.

There are missionary stories telling what they went through,

Because they loved Jesus, and at great cost remained true.

My prayer is that God will bless this book to your heart,

And if you are discouraged, you'll take a new start.

I greatly appreciate all who have given their consent

For me to use their experiences and put them in print.

May each incident be used of God to help someone to see

That He's a prayer-answering God, and He always will be.

Georgia D. McCain

Praises at Midnight

All of us know that praise to God goes along with prayer. Sometimes when we can't seem to pray our way through, we can praise our way through. The following article was written by the author for a church paper, The Eleventh Hour Messenger.

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All of us realize how hard it is to proclaim the praises of God when our heart is seemingly breaking; the devil is pressing in and our prayers seem to rebound and smother us instead of reaching through to God. We are prone to shed tears of self-pity and wonder why all these things are against us, when we have faithfully striven to do our best. God has appointed praise in such an hour as this to force open the gates of Heaven and obtain an answer to our prayers. Only a heart filled with the Blessed Holy Spirit can praise God in its darkest hour. This is impossible with a carnal heart full of self. But our God can put a song of praise and a shout of victory in a sanctified heart that's crushed with heartache, grief and pain. Praise His sweet and Holy Name!

When the Moabites and the Ammonites had set themselves in battle array against Jehoshaphat in II Chronicles, chapter twenty, the Word says, He feared and set himself to seek the Lord and proclaimed a fast. He cried out to God, O our God ... we have no might against this great company that cometh against us; neither know we what to do; but our eyes are upon thee. God answered, Be not afraid nor dismayed ... for the battle is not yours but God's ... ye shall not need to fight in this battle: set yourselves, stand ye still and see the salvation of God.

Jehoshaphat believed and trusted God and rose early in the morning and went forth to meet the enemy. He appointed singers unto the Lord that should praise the beauty of Holiness, and when they began to sing and to praise, the Lord set ambushments against the enemy and they were smitten. If Jehoshaphat had failed to believe God and had failed to praise Him, the enemy would have, no doubt, prevailed, but the victory was won that day when they began to sing and to praise. If it worked in Jehoshaphat's day, it will work today. Praise God!

In the old Philippian jail, Paul and Silas prayed and sang praises at midnight. They prayed first and God enabled them to sing praises even though their feet were fast in stocks and their backs were bleeding from unjust beatings. A great earthquake served God's purpose this time to deliver His children. When God would deliver Peter from prison, He sent an angel, who quietly touched him and led him out with no one except Peter aware of his presence, but this time a different method was needed. There were eyes that needed to be opened and nothing but calamity could do it, so there was a great earthquake which shook the foundations of the prison and all the doors were opened and everyone's bands were loosed. Glory! The old jailor would never have fallen down, trembling and saying, Sirs, what must I do to be saved, had Paul and Silas failed to pray and sing praises at the midnight hour. All of us would like to feel the angel's touch and hear his sweet voice in answer to prayer, but what about the earthquake? That calamity that touches our lives to shake people awake? Are we yielded to that?

Our prayers may still be unanswered, our health may be broken, the arm of flesh has failed, money has taken wings, the world situation is alarming, we're separated from our dearest loved ones, and it seems our heart will be crushed with its load, but let us fall down before God and tell our loving Saviour that we're still trusting Him, that He knows what's best for our lives and what it will take to get us to Heaven and as our trust and praise and adoration reaches the throne, the storm cloud will roll back as a scroll, and we will be enabled by His grace to pray clear through and obtain an answer to our prayer, by faith. Hallelujah!

How Much Does a Prayer Weigh?

The only man I ever heard of who tried to weigh one still does not know.

At one time he thought he did. That was when he owned a little grocery store on the West Side. It was just after the World War. A tired looking woman came into the store and asked him for enough food to make up a dinner for her children. He asked her how much she could afford to spend.

She answered, My husband was killed in the war. I have nothing to offer but a little prayer.

This man confessed that he was not very sentimental in those days. A grocery could not be run like a bread line. So he said, Write it on a piece of paper, and turned to his business.

To his surprise, the woman plucked a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him over the counter. She said, I did that during the night watching over my sick baby.

The grocer took the piece of paper before he could recover from his surprise, and then regretted having done so, for what could he do with it--what could he say?

Then an idea suddenly came to him. He placed the paper, without even reading the prayer, on his scales. He said, We shall see how much food this is worth.

To his astonishment, the scales would not go down when he put a loaf of bread on the other side. To his confusion and embarrassment, it would not go down even though he kept adding on food--anything he could lay his hands on quickly, because people were watching him.

He tried to be gruff and he was making a bad job of it. His face got red, and it made him angry to be flustered. Finally, he said, Well, that's all the scales will hold anyway. Here's a bag. You'll have to pack it yourself. I'm busy.

With what sounded like a gasp or a sob, she took the bag and began packing the food, wiping her eyes on her sleeve every time her arm was free to do so.

He tried not to look, but he could not help seeing that he had given her a pretty big bag, and that it was not quite full. So he tossed a large cheese down on the counter. But he did not say anything, nor did he see the timid smile of grateful understanding which glistened her moist eyes at this final betrayal of the grocer's crusty exterior.

When the woman had gone, he went to the scales, scratching his head and shaking it in puzzlement. Then he found the solution. The scales were broken. But as the years passed by he often thought of it and wondered if that really was the solution. Why did the woman have the prayer already written to satisfy his unpremeditated demand? Why did she come in at exactly the right time when the scales was broken? What confused him so that he did not notice it, and kept piling on food, with only a scrap of paper in the weight pan? He had felt like a fool and hardly knew what he was doing.

Well, faith is a strange thing anyway. And prayer is a strange thing.

The grocer never saw the woman again. And come to think of it, he had never seen her before, either. Yet for the rest of his life, he remembered her better than any other customer.

He knew it had not been just his imagination, for he still had the slip of paper upon which the woman's prayer had been written:

Please, Lord, give us our daily bread.

Joseph Sadony

(This was taken from the Allegheny Wesleyan Methodist paper. Used by permission.)

Ask and Receive

I remember looking out the window at Cabrini Hospital, (Alexandria, Louisiana). It was a beautiful day in which you would think nothing could ever go wrong in your life. It was then I realized I had cancer.

That beautiful day was nineteen years ago, but the Marksville farmer lived to see many other beautiful days despite being sent home from a cancer research center to die.

That day my world came to an end, Cormier told the editor of a religious paper, THE GOOD NEWS, (from which I quote by permission of Mr. Cormier, whom I talked to recently).

Until then, the Catholic farmer thought nothing could possibly go wrong with him. He was thirty-five years old, having a good time and doing well financially.

Then in October 1973, he was out harvesting rice when he noticed a little gland that was swollen--one of his lymph glands. He didn't pay much attention to it, but his wife told him he should go to the doctor.

He finally decided to see a doctor when he finished harvesting, and the doctors observed the swollen gland for several months before deciding to do a biopsy.

I didn't think too much about it when the results were delayed a day. I figured something was wrong, Cormier said. The doctor said the lymph gland they had removed was malignant and it was serious.

That was the beautiful January day in 1974 that began a change in Cormier's life. The cancer sent him on a journey to Houston, Texas to find a cure, but the journey ended at his home in Marksville, Louisiana where he discovered how big God really is.

That day my world came to an end, Cormier said. Because he really didn't know God at the time, he went to the Catholic Church all the time but never really trusted God for anything. Cormier put his trust in medicine to find a cure for his cancer.

They sent me to the best doctor Houston had, a specialist in cancer of the lymph system, he said. Cormier was put through a week-long series of tests, some so painful he would never do them again.

I realize now that was the only way God could get my attention to look up to Him.

The tests showed cancer in the spleen, which was removed along with lymph nodes in the chest area. However, the doctors told Cormier there were probably more cancer cells still in his body and he would need at least twenty cobalt treatments. He was given twenty treatments from his waist area down.

Cormier was relieved at the end of the twentieth treatment, thinking everything would be fine. But the doctor informed him he would need eighteen treatments on his upper body.

He was sent home before beginning the eighteen treatments, to let his body rest. While at home, his wife took him to a home prayer meeting even though he didn't want to go.

I was sitting there with cancer, my wife wanted me to get prayed for, but I wouldn't do it, Cormier said. After we got home I shook my finger at her and said, Don't you ever again ask me to go to those stupid prayer meetings. I don't need anybody to pray for me, I can pray for myself."

Cormier took the series of cobalt treatments and was told he had a seventy-five percent chance of recovery. It was the middle of April when the doctor sent him home.

After just nine days at home, Cormier came down with a fever running 103 to 104.

He was immediately taken back to Houston, where the doctor discovered his liver had dropped six inches. The doctor told his wife it was so serious he didn't think Cormier would live long enough to make it across the street