Yesterday was one of those days of interesting juxtaposition (I love that word!)…
Driving home from taking Michael to work, I heard these Casting Crowns lyrics on the radio:
I’m the man with all I’ve ever wanted
All the toys and playing games
I am the one who pours your coffee, corner booth each Saturday
I am your daughter’s favorite teacher
I am the leader of the band
I sit behind you in the bleachers
I am every man
I’m the coach of every winning team and still a loser in my mind
I am the soldier in the airport facing giants one more time
I am the woman shamed and haunted by the cry of unborn life
I’m every broken man, nervous child, lonely wife
CHORUS:
Is there hope for every man–
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land–
Is there hope for every man?
Is there love that never dies?
Is there peace in troubled times?
Someone help me understand–
Is there hope for every man?
Seems there’s just so many roads to travel
It’s hard to tell where they will lead
My life is scarred and my dreams unraveled
Now I’m scared to take the leap
If I could find someone to follow
Who knows my pain and feels the weight
The uncertainty of my tomorrow
The guilt and pain of yesterday
There is hope for every man–
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land–
There is hope for every man!
There is Love that never dies!
There is peace in troubled times!
Will we help them understand
Jesus is hope for every man?
I realized that this is what meets me every time I step out my front door–the question is all around me. Whether it is spoken or unspoken, it is there. Whether it is realized or unacknowledged, it needs an answer. And sometimes, that can feel overwhelming.
Prior to the taking-Michael-to-work run, I had read Day 5 in a little book called Why Pray? 40 Days from Words to Relationship by John DeVries. The author reminds us that prayer is not so much for getting answers as for having a relationship with the Answerer. Yesterday’s reading was based on a story Jesus told about prayer (Luke11:5-13).
A man’s friend has come to him, apparently in the middle of the night, hungry from journeying. Wishing to show the traveler hospitality, he wants to feed him. The problem is–the bread box is empty. Wanting to see his friend’s need met, the first man asks his neighbor for bread. The neighbor, being wakened in the middle of the night to answer the call for bread, at first reminds his caller of the awkward and inconvenient timing of his request. But, faced with the sheer persistence of his friend’s request, the neighbor with bread responds and the first friend’s need is met.
DeVries says that, when I pray, I am like that friend in the middle. Jesus’ story “tells of our position in relation to the needs of the world, our inability to meet those needs, and our link to the One who can meet them.”
The author further caught my attention: “People who pray have developed not only a relationship with the Father, but also a deep sense of the needs in their Father’s world. They see these needs with broken and compassionate hearts.” Last week, one of our pastors challenged a group of us to begin asking God to help us see our neighbors, people in the circles where we live and work and play, as God sees them. I see now what happens as I pray in this way. It is like the child who is star gazing with his dad. Dad says, “Look at that!” and the child, not seeing, asks “Where?” He moves closer to his father’s side and lets his sight follow the path traced out by the dad’s pointing finger. As he looks from the same vantage point and in the same direction the father is looking, all at once he sees what the father is seeing.
Devries goes on to meddle with my heart, probing the possibility that I may often look away from needs around me because I know within that I am unable to meet those needs. He reminds us of the time in the Bible (Acts 3:1-10) when the apostles Peter and John were confronted with the needs of a lame beggar. Instead of looking away–Have you ever done that? I have–we are told they “looked straight at him.” I’ve read this passage many times and that phrase always struck me as odd–the fact that it was noted so specifically that they looked straight at the man. DeVries interprets, “…they could look at his need because they knew what to do about it. They knew that in themselves they couldn’t meet the man’s need. But they knew they could take it to God and that the power of Jesus’ name could heal him.”
I was grabbed by DeVries’ closing illustration, that of seven elderly ladies who began to pray for an inner-city housing complex near them, one where fifteen police calls a day was the norm. After two year of praying and of God hearing and working in that place, there came a time when things had so changed that only fifteen police calls were recorded for the entire summer! DeVries says of the senior ladies, “They could never minister on-site in such a situation, but they could pray.” They had identified the strategic position of middleman in the face of that need.
I am challenged and will be changed–and Everyman’s questions will be answered with a resounding “Yes!”–as I take to heart the definition of prayer that puts me as the “friend in the middle”: “Prayer is a dependent relationship in which we are empowered and enfolded into God and in which we link our needs to God’s infinite resources.”
Wow!
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