Revelation 5.8.

And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the 24 elders fell down before the lamb.

Each one had a harp, and they were holding golden bowls of incense, which are the prayers

of God's people.

Psalm 56-8.

Record my misery.

List my tears on your scroll. Are they not in your record?

This is the word of the Lord. Thanks be to God.

Russell taught me to ride a motorcycle when I was 22 in New York City. We grew up together in the same town, friends from childhood, and now here we are just across

the George Washington Bridge in a Panera bread parking lot in New Jersey while he's trying to teach me how to use the clutch.

And I would ride motorbikes alongside him all the time for the next couple of years until this

one morning when he was found splayed out on the road by a passing driver.

Got up early to catch the sunrise and pray, never made it to his destination life flighted by helicopter

to the hospital comatose mid-20s married just a few months prior his wife katie stunned by his bedside

Russell and I shared a church community and that whole community then rallied to pray.

Prayer gatherings every single night of the week, just one simple request in the ear of the Lord.

Father, wake, Russell up.

More than a week pass, nothing.

Doctors told Katie, all hope was lost, just waiting on her okay to pull the plug. She was

hysterical, broken in the kind of way that most people are never broken. And Katie was in the room

holding his hand, saying one last goodbye when Russell opened his eyes. She threw the waiting room door open to the hospital,

grabbed my friend Caleb, who happened to be sitting there praying, saying Russell's awake,

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