I have felt for the last couple years that the time when Christians would become more than customers and engage in active prayer while in line was upon us. I’m not afraid to pray—at church or with those who I know have a personal faith in Jesus and would be open to my prayer.

But in line at Dollar General? CVS? While at the mall? Home Depot? Or in the grocery aisle?

That felt vulnerable. Maybe the person says no. Maybe the person says yes but a crowd gathers. Then what?

After reading The Awe of God by John Bevere, I knew no matter what, if the opportunity came, I was going to obey. No. Matter. What.

Fast forward to last week. I was in line at Giant Eagle, a grocery store chain in NE Ohio (Wegmans, I miss you!) I was putting my items on the belt when I heard the customer ahead of me remark to the cashier that she looked like she was struggling.

The nudge started. That niggling that I knew was the Holy Spirit.

It was go time. Pray. For her. Out loud.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I was right there. I heard her reply that her shoulder hurt very bad. So bad that she had tests done and was going to get the results later in the day.

Any doubt I had that maybe the need to pray wasn’t her, wasn’t now was gone.

Only a couple minutes transpired between that customer and my transaction. Yet, when I reached the woman, she was in tears. Pain etched all over her face. I had to be obedient.

“Excuse me, but you look like you are having a very hard time. Would it be okay if I pray for you as I finish the transaction?”

She nodded and I kept my eyes open not only so I could keep the line moving by swiping my card, but to show anyone around that prayer is natural. It is powerful. And I’m doing this. No matter what.

I prayed for her healing and for peace. That whatever the rest of the day was about, may it be filled with abundant favor and blessings. That she feel glorious. When I said “Amen,” I put my card back in my wallet and told her I would keep praying.

She thanked me and I walked out. The woman who had bagged my groceries was now at her register and she saw me walk by. She called out a loud thank you and I turned and realized she directed her thanks toward me. I’ve been in her line before and I am certain she’s a Christian.

While I prayed, I believe the bagger did as well. And I believe where two or more are gathered, Jesus is there and on it.

Like I confessed, intercession comes easy to me in church settings. I’ve seen too many amazing things from Him to hesitate. But in the marketplace? Out in the world? That’s a steeper climb, but I knew, KNEW a time was coming when I’d need to obey.

I also know it won’t be a “one and done” deal.

I also believe it won’t be just me tapped to pray for strangers in non-church places.

Are you ready?