I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
It is Sunday and I guess I am feeling preachy.
That’s your notice to take the off ramp from this walk.
Since you stayed let me ask those of you in my charge to just quit it.
It is as if I haven’t been able to teach anything in all my decades of ministry.
I confess to a lot of shabby work but I made an effort to tell you our faith is more, infinitely more, immeasurably more, so very pleasurably more, than saying seven ridiculous things before breakfast.
So, if you must do it please do it out of my hearing.
It gives me a piercing earache.
You might want to consider doing it out of God’s hearing too.
She is very insulted when it happens.
Are you ready?
There is no such thing as a PRAYER WARRIOR.
That term emerged from the Christian fiction section. It has been appropriated by the best sellers and the effective manipulators.
There is no all-star team of intercessors who get God’s ear quicker, and with better results.
I suspect quite the opposite.
It is the despondent soul who feels lost forever whose lament cuts to the heart.
It is the little child who folds chubby fingers to seek help for their dad and mom, or their puppy, whose calls resonate with sincerity.
It is the impoverished Haitian who doesn’t know I exist, who doesn’t know if she will eat today, and has no resource other than her faith who seeks help most directly.
It is the drunk in their fog and the sinner in their wilderness whose groans are carried by the Spirit to a place of clarity and communion.
It is you, not some A team out there somewhere, who best speaks your heart.
If I read Matthew chapter 6 with any accuracy it is the “prayer warriors” who have gotten their reward - along with their title.
God isn’t taking votes for Most Valuable Pray-er.
How terribly insulting to think his heart is so shallow.
Let me make a simple request. It comes from my heart - and my head.
Please pray for me.
Even those who’d rather not.
As our Friend and I walked a Sunday stroll we commiserated about how the Body got lost in the NFL/NBA/MLB, the Emmys/Grammys/Fraternities and such. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“I hear you.”