Don’t be like them, for your Father knows exactly what you need even before you ask Him!” Matthew 6:8
I read it…and I just didn’t like it. We live in a house with what seems like a lot of rooms. I once heard Pastor Andy Stanley say that we know we are blessed because we even have rooms for our cars. They are called garages. I suppose my favorite room is the kitchen because that is where Judy cooks our delicious meals. She is a very good cook, and I am a very good eater! My second favorite room is my home office or, you could say my, “Man Cave.”
While it is true that it is where I do a lot of my studying and writing, its walls are full of memories. On one wall is a display of my career in the Air Force. There is a picture of my flight (think squad in the Army), as well as several awards and medals I received while in the service. I also have a couple of items from World War II that I treasure. Then there are five pellet and BB guns hanging over my desk. Several bring childhood memories. On two walls are items from mission trips in Africa and Asia. My two favorite things are a Tuareg sword that a friend in Niger gave me and a picture of me and another team member praying over a man who was demon possessed.
Rooms can be very special and for various reasons. I was reading this week and by way of illustration a writer told a story of young boy who had a dream that he was in heaven. Someone showed him a room filled with cars, boats and other toys but piled on the other side of the room were arms and legs and other body parts. I know it sounds gruesome. When the boy asked his guide what it mean he was told that all of it were answers to prayers that people never prayed. I guess it makes for a good story but honestly—I didn’t like it.
“Why” you ask? Well, the idea that the God that loves me and cares for me, would let me walk around blind or crippled only because I didn’t ask just doesn’t work for me. I mean He loved me enough to send His Son to die for me…for the whole world…and that God would allow His kids to be lame only because they didn’t ask just doesn’t work. Oh, and then, Jesus said that He knows what we need even before we ask. No, I think God is an opened handed, loving Father who cares for us.
Of course, I also believe that prayer is far more than a wish list. I believe the scriptures teach about prayer being more about fellowship and an intimate relationship between God and His children. Prayer isn’t about changing God’s mind or persuading Him to do this or that. No, prayer is about changing us…to believe…to trust…to love the One who made us. I know there are a lot of scriptures in the Bible about prayer, but we only get a clear picture when we put them together. Like a giant jigsaw puzzle comes to life when all the pieces are in place…so it is with prayer.
Well, I don’t think there will be those kind of rooms in heaven but if there were…I know one I do think would be there. And that room would be a gallery of pictures of all the things our Dearest Daddy did for us that we never even knew about. It would be a room filled with unnoticed miracles, love notes, and blessings and it would have to be a big room because He is a busy God…loving, blessing and caring…for each of us.
I’m grateful for the open-handed love of our great God. If we will take the time to pause and look, we will see more and more of what He does for us every day. My wife Judy and I are learning that so often the joy is in the journey, and do you know what? I am learning that the power of prayer is in the intimacy, the relationship that can only come from time spend together with the One who made me…made us. Oh, and when we are talking, and I’m sharing my concerns, I just know He is there listening and sometimes whispering…telling me not to worry because, “He’s got this.” Bro. Dewayne