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Thy Will Be Done
Has prayer become just another complicated ritual? Is it a struggle to spend time in prayer? Does God rea lly answer prayer? E. M. Bounds shows us that prayer is not difficult. It is a privilege and a blessing. By examining how Jesus prayed, Bounds helps us to pray boldly and expectantly. When we pray with the confidence of a child, we will find that God is eager to answer us, and we will discover the reality of what Jesus knew-prayer works!
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170 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 2000
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E.M. Bounds
325 books226 followersEdward McKendree Bounds was a Methodist minister, revivalist, author and lawyer.
Unsuccessful in the California gold rush of 1849, E.M. Bounds returned home to Missouri and became the state’s youngest practicing attorney at age 19. In his early twenties he was deeply impacted by the Third Great Awakening, and at age 24 he was ordained for ministry. During his lifetime he pastored churches, traveled as an evangelist, served as a Civil War chaplain, edited a Christian periodical and was a devoted husband and father. But E.M. Bounds is best known for prayer. His daily habit was to spend the time between 4 am and 7 am praying. His writings on prayer are widely acclaimed to be among the finest of any author before or since.
Unsuccessful in the California gold rush of 1849, E.M. Bounds returned home to Missouri and became the state’s youngest practicing attorney at age 19. In his early twenties he was deeply impacted by the Third Great Awakening, and at age 24 he was ordained for ministry. During his lifetime he pastored churches, traveled as an evangelist, served as a Civil War chaplain, edited a Christian periodical and was a devoted husband and father. But E.M. Bounds is best known for prayer. His daily habit was to spend the time between 4 am and 7 am praying. His writings on prayer are widely acclaimed to be among the finest of any author before or since.
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August 18, 2010
The Holy Spirit and Prayer
During the great Welsh Revival a minister was said to be very successful in winning souls. By one sermon that he preached, hundreds were converted. Far away in a valley news reached a brother minister of the marvelous success of this sermon. He desired to find out the secret of the man's great success. He walked the long way and came to the minster's poor cottage, and the first thing he said was, " Brother, where did you get that sermon ? " He was taken into a poorly furnished room, and the minister pointed to a spot where the carpet was worn threadbare, near a window that looked out upon the everlasting hills and solemn mountains, and said, " Brother, there is where I got that sermon. My heart was heavy for men. One night I knelt there - and cried for power as I never preached before. The hours passed util midnight struck, and the stars looked down on a sleeping world, but the answer did not come. I prayed on until I saw a faint streak of gray shoot up, then it was silver - silver became purple and gold. Then the sermon came and the power came and men fell under the influence of the Holy Spirit. "
G.H. Morgan
During the great Welsh Revival a minister was said to be very successful in winning souls. By one sermon that he preached, hundreds were converted. Far away in a valley news reached a brother minister of the marvelous success of this sermon. He desired to find out the secret of the man's great success. He walked the long way and came to the minster's poor cottage, and the first thing he said was, " Brother, where did you get that sermon ? " He was taken into a poorly furnished room, and the minister pointed to a spot where the carpet was worn threadbare, near a window that looked out upon the everlasting hills and solemn mountains, and said, " Brother, there is where I got that sermon. My heart was heavy for men. One night I knelt there - and cried for power as I never preached before. The hours passed util midnight struck, and the stars looked down on a sleeping world, but the answer did not come. I prayed on until I saw a faint streak of gray shoot up, then it was silver - silver became purple and gold. Then the sermon came and the power came and men fell under the influence of the Holy Spirit. "
G.H. Morgan
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