I sat in my seat, head bowed, hands open, but I couldn't focus on God. Prayer warriors were circling the room wearing Israeli prayer shawls and anointing people with oil. They kept yelling out, "Jehovah Jireh!" and "El Shaddai!" and, "Now is the time! Act in accordance with your name!" These were my friends, so I knew they meant well, and their sacrificial lives demonstrated a sincere faith. I knew they wanted God to heal their communities because they were loving people. But it still felt more like they were casting spells than building a relationship with God.