Prayer Fuel

Field Team Daily Prayer Request:

Gracious Lord, thank You for “Phinehas” and his work among the youth in Tehran, Iran. We lift him up today with our prayers and ask that You would embolden him as he trains a new generation to follow You and to make disciples who make disciples who will make other disciples. We ask that You would impart to him a spirit of supernatural multiplication and divine wisdom.

According to Your Word in Genesis 17:19, You will establish Your covenant as an everlasting covenant for all the descendants of Abraham and Isaac. We ask that You would fulfill this covenant today through the ministry of “Phinehas” and his leaders. May they see a mighty move of Your Spirit in Tehran, Iran. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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110 City Focus: Tehran, Iran

The call to prayer drifts through the streets of Tehran as the sun sinks behind the Alborz Mountains. I pull my scarf a little tighter and step into the crowded bazaar, lost among the noise and color. To everyone around me, I’m just another face in the crowd — but inside, my heart beats to a different rhythm.

I wasn’t always a follower of Jesus. I grew up faithfully keeping the rituals of my family — fasting, praying, reciting the words I was taught — hoping they would make me good in the eyes of God. But no matter how hard I tried, a deep emptiness remained. Then one day, a friend quietly handed me a small book, the Injil — the Gospel. “Read it when you’re alone,” she whispered.

That night, I opened its pages and met Someone I had never known before. Jesus — the One who healed the sick, forgave sins, and loved even His enemies. The words felt alive, as if they were reaching into my very soul. When I read about His death and realized He had died for me, tears fell freely. Alone in my room, I whispered my first prayer to Him — not aloud, but from the deepest part of my heart.

Now, every day in Tehran is a step of quiet faith. I meet with a few other believers in secret homes, where we sing softly, share Scripture, and pray for one another. We know the cost — discovery could mean prison, or worse — yet the joy of knowing Him is greater than any fear.

Some nights, I stand on my balcony overlooking the glowing city. Nearly sixteen million people live here — so many who have never heard the truth about Jesus. I whisper their names to God — my neighbors, my city, my country. I believe the day will come when the Gospel will be spoken freely in Tehran, and these same streets will echo not just with the call to prayer, but with songs of praise to the living Christ.

Until that day, I walk quietly — but boldly — carrying His light into the shadows of my city.

Prayer for the Unreached/Frontier People:

• Gilaki
• Mazanderani
• Persian