War Room: Prayer is a Powerful Weapon

War Room: Prayer is a Powerful Weapon

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Juggling motherhood and her job as a real-estate agent, Elizabeth Jordan wishes her husband could help more around the house. But Tony’s rising career as a pharmaceutical salesman demands more and more of his time. With a nice home in the suburbs and a lovely young daughter, they appear to have it all—yet they can’t seem to spend time together without fighting.

Hoping for a new listing, Elizabeth visits the home of Clara Williams, an elderly widow, and is both amused and uncomfortable when Clara starts asking pointed questions about her marriage and faith. But it’s Clara’s secret prayer room, with its walls covered in requests and answers, that has Elizabeth most intrigued . . . even if she’s not ready to take Clara’s suggestion that she create a prayer room of her own. As tensions at home escalate, though, Elizabeth begins to realize that her family is worth fighting for, and she can’t win this battle on her own. Stepping out in blind faith, putting her prayers for her family and their future in God’s hands, might be her only chance at regaining the life she was meant for.

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ISBN-13: 9781496407283
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 08/04/2015
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 72,145
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.00(d)

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War Room

Prayer is a Powerful Weapon


By Chris Fabry, Sarah Mason

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2015 Kendrick Bros., LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4964-0729-0


CHAPTER 1

Elizabeth Jordan noticed everything wrong with the house she was selling before she ever knocked on the front door. She saw flaws in the landscaping and cracks in the driveway and a problem with the drainage of the roof near the garage. Just before she knocked three times, she saw chipping paint on a windowsill. This was her job. Presentation was everything. You had only one chance to make a first impression with a potential buyer.

She saw her reflection in a window and straightened her shoulders, tugging on her dark jacket. She had her hair back, which accentuated her strong face. Prominent nose, high forehead, and chocolaty skin. Elizabeth had a lineage she could trace back over 150 years. She had taken a trip with her husband and infant daughter ten years earlier to a plantation in the Deep South where her great-great-great-grandmother had lived. The little shack had been rebuilt, along with other slave quarters on the property, and the owners had searched the country for any relatives. Just walking inside made her feel like she was touching the heart of her ancestors, and she fought back tears as she imagined their lives. She'd held her daughter close and thanked God for the perseverance of her people, their legacy, and the opportunities she had that they could never imagine.

Elizabeth waited until the door opened, then smiled at the slightly younger woman before her. Melissa Tabor held a box of household items and struggled to maintain the cell phone balanced on her shoulder. Her mouth rounded into an O.

"Mom, I gotta go," she said into the phone.

Elizabeth smiled, patiently waiting.

Over her shoulder, Melissa said, "Jason and David, get rid of the ball and help me with these boxes!"

Elizabeth wanted to reach out and help her but had to duck as a kickball flew past her head. It bounced harmlessly in the yard behind her and she laughed.

"Oh, I am so sorry," Melissa said. "You must be Elizabeth Jordan."

"I am. And you're Melissa?"

The box nearly fell as Melissa shook hands with Elizabeth. "Yes. I'm sorry. We just started packing."

"No problem. Can I help you with that?"

A man with a briefcase and a work folder slipped past them. "Honey, I gotta be in Knoxville at two. But I finished the closet." He held up a stuffed bear and dropped it into the box. "That was in the refrigerator."

He passed Elizabeth on the front step and stopped, pointing at her. "Real estate agent," he said, sounding proud of himself. Not a name but a title he put on her. She was someone to put in a pigeonhole in his head.

Elizabeth smiled and pointed back. "Software rep."

"How did you know that?" he said, his eyes wide.

"It's on that folder you're holding in your hand." She was just as good at categorizing and commentating. She had to work at the connecting with others. Especially with her husband.

He looked at the folder and nodded with a knowing chuckle as if impressed by her observational powers. "I would love to stay but I have to leave. My wife can answer everything about the house. We realize it's a disaster and we've agreed to blame it on our kids." He glanced at Melissa. "So I'll call you tonight."

"Love you," Melissa said, still holding the box.

With that he was gone, down the walk to the car. He passed the kickball and didn't seem to notice.

"I understand," Elizabeth said. "My husband does the same thing. Pharmaceuticals."

"Oh," Melissa said. "Does he get tired of the travel?"

"He doesn't seem to. I think he likes being able to drive and clear his head, you know? Instead of being cooped up in an office all day."

"While you're showing houses and dealing with people in big transitions."

Elizabeth stepped inside and noticed twelve things that would have to change if they were to make a sale. More first impressions. But she wouldn't list them all at the moment because she also saw something in Melissa's face that was close to panic.

"You know, they say that outside of death and divorce, moving is the most stressful change you go through." She put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "And this is probably not the first time you've moved in the past few years."

Melissa shook her head. "These are the same boxes we used last time."

Elizabeth nodded and saw missing paint on a ding in the wall but tried to focus. "You're going to get through this."

Right then a boy with spiked blond hair ran down the stairs, followed closely by another waving a tennis racket. Both were about the same age as Elizabeth's daughter and had enough energy to light a small city for a year. Who needed power plants and windmills when you had adolescent boys?

Melissa sighed. "Are you sure about that?"


* * *

Tony Jordan had begun the day in an upscale suites hotel in Raleigh. He was up early, working out in the weight room alone—he loved the quiet, and most people on the road didn't work out at 5 a.m. Then he showered and dressed and had a bowl of fruit and some juice in the breakfast area. Other travelers hurried through, eating donuts or waffles or sugary cereal. He needed to stay fit and keep the edge so he could stay on his game, and his health was a big part of that. He'd always believed that if you had your health, you had everything.

Tony looked in the mirror as he headed out the door. His close-cropped hair was just the right length. The shirt and tie were crisp and hugged his running-back neck, strong and wide. His mustache was tightly trimmed above his upper lip, a goatee on his chin. He looked good. Confident. To tune up for the meeting later, he flashed a smile and stuck out a hand and said, "Hey, Mr. Barnes."

As an African American, he'd always felt like he was one step behind most of his white coworkers and competitors. Not because he lacked skill or ability or eloquence, but simply because of his skin color. Whether that was reality or not, he couldn't tell. How could he crawl inside the mind of someone meeting him for the first time? But he had felt the questioning looks, the split-second hesitation of someone who shook his hand the first time. He'd even felt it from his bosses at Brightwell, especially Tom Bennett, one of the vice presidents. Tony saw him as part of the old-boy network. Another white guy who knew somebody who knew somebody else and had eased into management, working his way a little too quickly up the ladder. Tony had tried to impress the man with his sales ability, his easygoing demeanor—the attitude that said, I got this. Trust me. But Tom was a hard sell, and Tony couldn't help but wonder if his skin color had something to do with it.

Accepting the reality he perceived, Tony vowed he would simply work harder, push harder, and live up to every expectation. But in the back of his mind he felt this unseen hurdle wasn't fair. Other people with a lighter skin color didn't have to deal with it, so why should he?

The hurdle in front of him today was Holcomb. There was no getting around the difficulty of the sale. But what was an easy sale? Even the quick ones took time and preparation and knowing and seeing. This was his secret—the intangibles. Remembering names. Remembering details about the customer's life. Things like the Ping driver he had in the trunk.

Calvin Barnes was going to salivate when Tony handed him that driver, as well he should. It had set Tony back a few hundred, but it was a small price to pay for the look on his boss's face when he heard Tony had sealed the deal.

The boardroom was tastefully decorated, the smell of leather permeating the hallway as he walked in and put his sample case on the redwood table. Calvin Barnes—who did not like to be called Calvin—would walk through the door and shake Tony's hand, so the driver needed to lean against the chair to Tony's left, out of view. He placed it there, then moved it into the chair and let the grip stick out over the back. When he heard voices down the hallway, he put the driver back on the floor. He needed to be more subtle.

Mr. Barnes walked in with another man—a familiar face, but for a moment Tony froze, unable to remember the man's name. He tried to relax, to recall the name using his mnemonic device. He'd pictured the man standing in a huge landfill with a John Deere hat on. Dearing. That was the last name. But he couldn't remember why he was standing in a land—

"Tony, you remember—"

"Phil Dearing," Tony said, extending a hand. "Good to see you again."

The man looked stunned, then smiled as he shook Tony's hand.

Mr. Barnes threw his head back and laughed. "You just won me twenty bucks. I told you he'd remember, Phil." His eyes fell on the golf club. "And what have we here?"

"That's the one I was talking about, Mr. Barnes," Tony said. "I'll be shocked if it doesn't add at least thirty yards to every drive. Your job is to make sure they're straight down the middle."

Mr. Barnes picked up the driver and held it. He was a scratch golfer who played three times a week and had designs on retiring to Florida. An extra thirty yards on his drives meant Barnes could exploit his short game, which meant that seventy-two for eighteen holes could come down to a seventy. Maybe lower on a good day.

"The weight is just perfect, Tony. And the balance is phenomenal."

Tony watched him hold the club and was certain he had the sale even before he opened his case. When they'd signed the papers and cared for the legal parts of the transaction, Tony stood. He knew he cut an impressive figure in his suit and tie and athletic build.

"I need to get you back on the course and work on that putting of yours," Mr. Barnes said.

"Maybe next time I'm through," Tony said, smiling.

"You don't mind coming all the way out here—even this early?"

"No, I do not. I enjoy the drive."

"Well, we're excited to do business with you, Tony," Mr. Barnes said. "Tell Coleman I said hello."

"I'll do it."

"Oh, and thanks for the new driver."

"Hey, you enjoy it, okay?" Tony shook hands with them. "Gentlemen, we'll be in touch."

He walked out of the room almost floating. There was no feeling like making a sale. As he neared the elevators, he could hear Calvin Barnes crowing about his new driver and how much he wanted to take the afternoon off and play the back nine at the nearest country club. While he waited, Tony checked his phone for anything he'd missed during the meeting, when he made a point of keeping it in his pocket. This was another thing he always tried to do. Value clients enough to make them the central focus. Never make your clients feel like there is anyone on the planet more important than them. They are your priority. Every. Time.

A young woman walked down a white staircase before him, carrying a leather folder and smiling. He put his phone away and smiled back.

"I see you made the sale," she said.

He nodded confidently. "Of course."

"I'm impressed. Most guys run out with their tail between their legs."

Tony extended a hand. "I'm Tony Jordan."

"Veronica Drake," she said, shaking with him. Her hand was warm and soft. "I work for Mr. Barnes. I'll be your contact for the purchase."

She handed him her card and brushed his hand slightly. Nothing overt, but he felt something click with her touch. Veronica was vivacious and slim, and Tony imagined them together at some restaurant talking. Then he imagined them by romantic firelight, Veronica leaning toward him, her lips moist and pleading. All this happened in a second as he stared at her business card.

"Well, Veronica Drake, I guess I'll be seeing you again when I return in two weeks."

"I'll look forward to it," she said, and the way she smiled made him think she meant it.

She walked away and he turned and watched her a little too intently.

As he waited for the elevator, his phone beeped and he looked at the screen.


Bank Notice: Transfer.

Here he was with the biggest sale in months, something he'd worked on and planned intricately, and right at the apex of his elation at the sale, he'd been given another smackdown by his wife.

"Elizabeth, you're killing me," he whispered.


* * *

Elizabeth sat on the white ottoman at the foot of her bed rubbing her feet. The time with Melissa had been good—she'd been able to make a list of all the repairs and staging decisions that had to be done. The two boys hadn't made things easier, but children always had a way of complicating home sales. It was something you just needed to work with and hope you could navigate.

It had been a long day, with another meeting in the afternoon and then getting home before Danielle arrived from her last day of school. By the time she sat down, Elizabeth was exhausted and ready to curl up and sleep, but there was more to be done. There was always more to be done.

"Mom?"

Elizabeth couldn't move. "I'm in here, Danielle."

Her ten-year-old daughter walked in carrying something. She had grown several inches in the last year, her thin, long body sprouting up like a weed. She wore a cute purple headband that highlighted her face. Elizabeth could see her father there—that bright smile, eyes full of life. Except her eyes were a little downcast.

"Here's my last report card. I still got one C."

Elizabeth took it and looked it over as Danielle sat and shrugged off her backpack.

"Oh, baby. You have an A in everything else. One C in math is not that bad. But you get a break for the summer, right?"

Danielle leaned forward and her face betrayed something. She sniffed and then reacted like the room was full of ammonia. "Is that your feet?"

Elizabeth self-consciously pulled her foot away. "I'm sorry, baby. I ran out of foot powder."

"That smells terrible."

"I know, Danielle. I just needed to take my shoes off for a minute."

Her daughter stared at her mother's feet like they were toxic waste. "That's, like, awful," she said, repulsed.

"Well, don't just sit there looking at them. Why don't you give me a hand and rub them right there?"

"Ewwww, no way!"

Elizabeth laughed. "Girl, go set the table for dinner. When your daddy gets home, you can show him your report card, okay?"

Danielle took her report card into the kitchen, and Elizabeth was alone again. The odor hadn't been a problem until a few years earlier, and the foot powder seemed to take care of it. But maybe she was kidding herself. Maybe the odor was the sign of some deeper problem.

What was she thinking? Some disease? Some problem with her liver that leaked out the pores of her feet? She had a friend, Missy, who was constantly looking online at various aches and pains and connecting them with her own symptoms. One day she'd be worried about a skin problem and conclude she had melanoma. The next day a headache would be self-diagnosed as a tumor. Elizabeth vowed she would not become a hypochondriac. She just had stinky feet.

She picked up one of her flats and sniffed. There'd been a cheese served at the hotel where she and Tony had honeymooned that smelled just like that. She dropped the shoe. Funny how a smell could trigger her brain to think about something that happened sixteen years earlier.

She ran her hand over the comforter and thought about that first night together. All the anticipation. All the excitement. She hadn't slept in two days and the wedding had been a blur. When her head hit the pillow in the honeymoon suite, she was just gone. Tony had been upset, and what red-blooded American male wouldn't be? But what red-blooded American females needed was a little understanding, a little grace.

She had made up for her honeymoon drowsiness the next day, but it was something they had to talk through. Tony had talked a lot in the year they had dated and been engaged, but not long after the I dos, something got his tongue and the river of words slowed to a drip. She wished she could find the valve or tell where to place the plunger to get him unclogged.

They didn't have a bad marriage. It wasn't like those celebrities on TV who went from one relationship to the next or the couple down the street who threw things onto the lawn after every argument. She and Tony had produced a beautiful daughter and they had stable careers. Yes, he was a little aloof and they'd grown apart, but she was sure that drift wouldn't last forever. It couldn't.

Elizabeth put her shoes away, as far back into the closet as she could, then went to the kitchen to start dinner. She filled a pot with water, put it on the stove, and dumped in the spaghetti. The water came to a slow boil, and she stirred the tomato sauce in a pan next to it.


(Continues...)

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Customer Reviews

War Room: Prayer is a Powerful Weapon 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Someone asked about this book on Facebook but I can't rrmber who If you are a Nook person, let me know and I will let you borrow
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Brilliant and moving spiritually,high on my recomend list.
MelissaF More than 1 year ago
This book is changing my life. I don’t say that about a lot of fiction books but this one opened to my eyes to an area I have been weak in: prayer. This book portrays realistically the way a marriage can crumble, the way a woman can place all the blame on her husband and not see her own part in it, the temptations a man can face, the wounds of a young daughter. As someone who has walked through pain in their marriage and healing I can tell you they way the healing is shown is true. It might be a bit faster because it is a book but it isn’t instant. There is anger below the surface from betrayal and Chris showed that. Miss Clara is wonderful character, someone we all need in our lives who spurs us on and is honest with us. The book holds true to the fact that God doesn’t always answer when we want or how we want but He is always listening. This is an excellent book and I can’t wait to see the movie that will be coming out August 28th. A copy of this book was given to me by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the movie and was excited to read the book! I really like how the book follows the movie, but has excellent extra content as well! What a great challenge for Christians every where!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read it believe it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The movie is awesome i realy like the idea of having a prayer room or "War"room. I definitly recommend it .it might be on ROKU if you dint know what it is yhan please feel welcome to look it up.I DONT KNOW WHO ELSE HAS A NOOK THESE DAYS WITH ALL THESE ELECTRONICS? THIS I THE ONLY ELECTRONIC I HAVE GOD BLESS
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't wait to read more my sister recommended the movie to me but since I couldn't find the movie I figured the next best thing would be the book .I'm avid book reader so this is right down my alley .Can't wait to read more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My dad has this book. We saw the movie and it was truly spirtually filling!
SeasonsofGrace More than 1 year ago
Once I began, I could not read through this book quick enough. It seems something always kept coming up I had to tend to, leaving me hanging as I wanted to read more. The theme of this book is PRAYER! And Chris Fabry along with the Kendrick brothers have done an amazing job re-igniting a desire to pray in my heart! The books opens with Ms Clara, an elderly woman, known for her prayer warrior qualities. People are always slipping her a piece of paper with someones name on it, or calling her with a request. Clara has a special closet, in which she spends countless hours not simply bringing requests to the Lord, but also praising Him for all He has done and who He is. She know the secret to worship and communion with God. Enter Elizabeth, realtor, mother, wife with marriage on the rocks. A woman who is searching, but doesn't even realize it. God leads Ms Clara to her as she gets ready to sell her home. But God has a greater purpose in mind, Elizabeth's heart and her whole family. As you read this book, you will feel like you belong somewhere in it. Maybe you are Elizabeth, or maybe you are her husband. Maybe you can relate to her daughter, caught in the middle of this relationship and hurting. The most awesome thing about this book is to see how God works. He doesn't necessarily do what we want him to do, or fix things the way we think He should, but I love watching His hand in it all. I love seeing Elizabeth learn to fight with heavenly weapons instead of words. I love how God begins to work in her first, then it spreads to the rest of the family. I love how it shows that praying doesn't necessarily come easily, but it is worth the effort. I like the portrayal that sometimes things get worse before they get better. I love the faith demonstrated, consequences for actions, forgiveness demonstrated even in difficult circumstances. This book has it all!! I can't recommend it highly enough, but before I give away the whole story line. I better quit. Go get it, read it, you won't regret it. As a matter of fact, you may just want to pass it on! I was blessed with this book by the Tyndale Blog Network in exchange for my honest opinion.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed every moment of this book. Everyone needs a Miss Clara in their lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. I could relate to it in so many ways. There were places where I cried, places where I laughed and places I simply stopped to reflect.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dont comment nothing if you dont now ok you could say this book is hier es that but what you need tu now is that jesus loves you give him your hart he wants somthing better for you AND ONE MORE THING THINK BEFORE YOU TALK OK THANKS FOR READING GOD BLESS YOU
GrandaddyA More than 1 year ago
My wife and I saw the movie that this novel is based on when it was first released. We enjoyed it so much that I wanted to read the book. I finally got the opportunity and was again blown away by the powerful story of the impact one person can have on others. Chris Fabry has done an excellent job of turning the movie into an exciting book. This moving story of a marriage that was ready for the trash heap stirred me deeply as Miss Clara begins to share with Elizabeth about her prayer life and Elizabeth begins to grasp the principles that Miss Clara is pouring into her life. So often someone touches our life and we sense something special there but we move on and soon forget it. Elizabeth listened and decided she had nothing to lose since she felt at the end of her wits. For most people, they see a new discipline as an all or nothing proposition. From my perspective, Elizabeth seemed to start slowly, testing out what Miss Clara shared. As she saw a bit of light, she was encouraged to go deeper. Before long, she is all in and seeing the true power of prayer. By that point her daughter and her husband have started to notice some changes. Although this is a novel, I believe it accurately portrays the impact that sincere, honest prayer can have in a life, a marriage, a home, and beyond. I encourage you to read this book, whether or not you have seen the movie. You will find it worth your time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can't wait to get my war room started! This book showed me how important and effective prayer is. Time with my Heavenly Father is so important, and I know more time with Him will change my whole life! Let's get praying people, and change the world!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
INSPIRING! I couldn't put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the movie and the book!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the movie so much!
LanguageTCH More than 1 year ago
War Room by Chris Fabry is a novelization of the successful, inspiring movie of the same title. All of his books are moving and uplifting with important messages, but this work is, to me, the most powerful of all. Prayer is the most effective weapon of the Christian, and this story illustrates that exactly. Not only is this a story of a couple’s struggle with their marriage and family values—Tony’s drive for professional success and the acquisition of money and his temptation to seek temporary happiness outside of the sacred bond of marriage and Elizabeth’s harmful attitude and combative approach to their problems: nagging, not consulting about financial matters, and trying to resolve situations on her own power—but also this story is so much more. This is the story of a faithful, Godly widow who allows her life and resources to be used by God as a prayer warrior and mentor to other women, needing spiritual direction in their lives and marriages. Miss Clara, though advanced in years, fulfills her purpose in life by being open to God’s appointed encounters and following the Spirit’s leading. Miss Clara becomes Elizabeth Jordan’s newest real estate client and, more importantly, her greatest life coach. She persuades her to fight for, not against, her marriage and husband, and that makes all of the difference. I highly recommend this book for its captivating story, but moreover, for the great truth that it teaches for today. A War Room is a necessity in this world today. I received this book through TBCN in exchange for an honest review.
annelr More than 1 year ago
War Room is a novelization of the movie of the same name by Chris Fabry. A story of restoration and hope. A story of God's grace and forgiveness. Elizabeth and Tony, struggling with life as a couple driven by the love of what money can bring, drifting apart and laying blame at the other's feet. They had missed the whole point of marriage. Enter Miss Clara, fervent prayer warrior. Miss Clara reminds Elizabeth God's goal in our lives is not to make us happy but to make us holy. And through prayer, Elizabeth learns that God wants people to "partner with Him in His plan to draw people to Himself".War Room is an amazing story of the power of prayer and the miracles that God can bring about as we are honest before Him. Prayer brings us closer to the heart of God. Included in the book is a section of full-color photos--stills from the movie and behind the scenes and a section of discussion questions. This story could be a 'game-changer' for many readers, a book not to be forgotten anytime soon. I received a copy of this book through The Book Club Network in exchange for my honest review.
loriweller1 More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing book. It is a powerful representation of what prayer can do in your life. Each character is a realistic figure of today's population with the problems that are present. It shows what having a space in your house dedicated to prayer and talking to God can do. I wish I could meet and talk with Miss Clara. It would be such an interesting conversation. I received this book from the Book Club Network in exchange for my honest opinion.
Mama_Cat More than 1 year ago
‘The War Room’, especially Miss Clara, is a shining example of being a prayer warrior. Many aspire to be one, yet many of us have not been shown how to fight battles on our knees and we give up too soon. Miss Clara demonstrates a relationship with the Lord that includes talking, praying, praying with scripture, allowing the Holy Spirit to lead her and being open to what the Lord had to say. A few weeks before I read this, I watched the DVD. The two definitely go hand-in-glove; there do not seem to be any scenes in one that is not in the other. I remembered visuals of some of the scenes, including Miss Clara’s victory dance. However, each chapter was still a surprise in many ways. Dan Walsh has done a beautiful novelization of this movie. Miss Clara and Elizabeth, a realtor, meet when Miss Clara plans to sell her home and move in with her son and his family. As she spent time with Elizabeth, she began to ask her over for coffee until the day that the time was right and Elizabeth was ready to see Miss Clara’s war room. Elizabeth and her husband Tony had marital problems for quite some time, which their daughter Danielle is aware of and takes the brunt of the emotional and spiritual neglect. Tony is a pharmaceutical sales rep, and has been taking his job and marriage fast and loose for a while. Miss Clara continues to meet with Elizabeth over coffee to talk as one Christian woman to another. She shows Elizabeth that there is much more to the Christian life, and how the Lord wants to hear from us and grow our relationship with Him. Elizabeth began to put into practice the things she was learning. When serious crises arise, Miss Clara and Elizabeth intercede powerfully for this wounded family. One thing I like better about books than movies is that in books, we get a glimpse into the mind and heart of the characters. I’m not sure it is true in this case; each is best defined through their conversations, prayers, and actions. I very much appreciated Miss Clara. She shared about God’s love for us and how to pray. She also shares personal details, things that kept Elizabeth from putting her on a pedestal and show her that she, too, had similar feelings or regrets. We learn about each person so much so that I felt an attachment to Miss Clara by the time I finished the book and have marked her prayers for future ideas. The plot was in many ways simple in that we see struggling spouses across America along with their emotional and spiritual orphans. Yet the plot was not about the problems as much as it is about solutions. Those solutions are what every Christian can be blessed from, whether one has walked with the Lord for a short time or for many years. Whether one sees the movie before, or after, or even never, this is a powerful novel of restoration and demonstrating to Christians what the prayerful life can be. It is a book that I would read more than once, give as a gift, or encourage others to read. I highly recommend The War Room to Christians of all ages, beginning with mid-to-late teens as I would like to think that the foundations for a life lived for God, giving to His people. There are questions that can be used as a brief study or Book Club guide. With a grateful heart, I received a copy of this book from The Book Club Network in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own, and no monetary compensation was received for this review.
NanceeMarchinowski More than 1 year ago
War Room is one of the most impressive Christian fiction books I've ever read. The story strips away the outer layers of the characters in this powerful book. By revealing negative attitudes, beliefs and actions the Jordans are challenged to find true faith. Through fictitious characters who represent middle-class America, the author reveals the deepest weaknesses and individual strengths each character represents. As the Jordan family struggles through the most difficult time in their lives, Miss Clara comes into the picture. Miss Clara represents the epitome of Christian faith and servitude. This character had me spellbound throughout the book. I believed in her and her authenticity was impressive and contagious. She is the crux of this story! I loved everything about this beautiful lady, and was caught up in her journey with God through her War Room. There were moments that I was swept into the War Room with Miss Clara, and felt the power of the holy spirit. Although I found the Jordan family to be somewhat superficial and unrealistic, Miss Clara's character far surpassed any lack of credibility in Tony and Elizabeth. Their daughter represented a well developed 10-year-old child in the midst of a family crisis. I highly recommend War Room! It's a powerful journey into your heart that stirs your inner core regarding where you stand in your faith life. Savor it! Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from The Book Club Network's For Readers Only program in exchange for my honest review. All expressed opinions are my own, and no monetary compensation was received for this review.
GailHollingsworth More than 1 year ago
I was so glad that I got to see the movie War Room at my church before I read the book. It made the reading all the more special and meaningful. God's Grace shines through from all the pages, gradually evident in the lives of the characters. Elizabeth, a real estate agent, goes to see Clara, an elderly woman ready to sell her house and move in with her son. Tony, Elizabeth's husband, is a pharmaceutical salesman with a big company. Their ten year old daughter, Danielle, is worried about her parents getting a divorce because all they seem to do is argue and fight. Clara becomes a defining force in all of their lives. She is a strong prayer warrior and begins questioning Elizabeth about her spiritual life. It was wonderful to see how the lives of all these characters was changed gradually through prayer and Bible study. Although fiction, it has some strong truths that can change hearts and lives of those that read it. I was convicted of my feeble prayer life and how I need to draw closer to God. He works when we pray, especially when we are very specific in what we pray for. I highly recommend this book whether you've already seen the movie or not. I received this book from the publisher through Bookfun.org for my honest review, which I have given.
grammy57 More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing book on many levels. It is well written with highly developed characters. The story flows well and the editing was well done. You can probably relate to at least one person in the book. It was especially helpful to me as my son is going through some of these issues and it is helping me pray for him and his family. The book is not only a fictional story, it is a self-help for your prayer life also. The story was so interesting, it was very hard for me to put it down. I finished the story and wished for more, but the ending was appropriate for the story. I highly recommend this book to anyone from teenage on up. Male or female, you won't be disappointed. I was given this book from bookfun.org in exchange for my honest review.