All significant relationships boil down to one thing - Love. Matt Woodley puts it this way: “The Christian life all boils down to love…God is love. That’s also a good summary for our prayer lives. God is love. Prayer connects us with God. As we connect with God, God teaches us to love others. Love moves us to pray for others, and praying for others is the best way to love them. When I don’t pray for others, I am failing at love.”
Whoa. That’s not the way I think. Too often my prayers for others come almost as an afterthought. Real love means doing something, and prayer isn’t in the “doing something” column. Loving my neighbor is a “good Samaritan” thing. I do something to help the one who needs help. I can come over with a meal if there’s a crisis. If a piece of furniture is broken, I can often help with a repair. I can give you a ride to where you need to go. If throwing some money in a pot to help is what’s needed, I’ll dig into my pocket. But pray? Seems at best an afterthought.
I sit with a woman dying of lung cancer at least once a week. It’s a powerless feeling. Nothing is going to change the outcome. This isn’t fixable. We sit together and talk. We hold hands. Then we pray. We pray with our eyes open and talk with God about the situation and what we need, even though we acknowledge that what we really want is to make all the pain and suffering go away. Prayer feels like so little and hardly worth the effort. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something there. Since we can never get ahold of God, maybe what I sense is the presence of God mediated through our sharing prayer together…that elusive sense there is something bigger than we are present and doing something we can’t quite grasp.
Prayer opens our hearts to the presence and possibilities of God, and when that happens, everything changes. With gritted teeth I prayed through an incident in our cycling community that thoroughly irritated me, filling me with resentment. Knowing resentments are the kiss of death for a recovering alcoholic, I reluctantly started to “pray” it through. I ended up making a conciliatory phone call that I wouldn’t have thought possible even yesterday. God can and will do for us what we can’t do for ourselves, and the key to that truth is prayer.
Love God—love my neighbor as myself. Only through prayer is this even remotely possible in my experience. Maybe others can pull it off on their own, but I can’t.
I’ve always been moved by Paul’s prayer for the Philippian Christians. It is a prayer of love and hope. It is a prayer that recognizes and embraces the good work God is doing in us. This is the passage I want read at my funeral…it’s that important to me.
Philippians 1:3-11 (NKJV): I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine making request for you all with joy, for your fellowship in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ; just as it is right for me to think this of you all, because I have you in my heart, inasmuch as both in my chains and in the defense and confirmation of the gospel, you all are partakers with me of grace. For God is my witness, how greatly I long for you all with the affection of Jesus Christ. And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in knowledge and all discernment, that you may approve the things that are excellent, that you may be sincere and without offense till the day of Christ, being filled with the fruits of righteousness which are by Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.
Now for what’s on my desk…
For those of you who missed last Sunday’s message, you missed something important. Tracy proclaimed God’s word to us in a powerful and compelling message we all need to hear. Go to www.andrewpres.org and hit the audio sermon button. It’s worth taking the time.
Now you know what I know.