Prayer.
The big P word.
It can be exciting. It can be scary. It can be daunting.
I’ve prayed some pretty weak prayers. Like, the Cubs would win the World Series. Still waiting on that one! Or I would pass this ridiculously hard accounting test for which I’ve barely cracked a book.
Shoot, I’ve even prayed for evil. Like, the time Steve Bartman single-handedly ended the Cubs shot at a World Series title in 2003. I’m not bitter. Or better yet, that I could maybe, just maybe, make-out with that good-looking girl just across the way.
Yeah, I’ve done it. Don’t judge…because you have too. It’s human!!
In Matthew 6:5-9, Jesus teaches us to pray to our FATHER. God is not some distant being in a far-off land. God is not some Zeus-like figure who occasionally sends Hermes down to earth as a message-keeper. We get to talk to him OURSELVES!! We get to be in an intimate relationship with our DAD.
Dad is bigger than our weaknesses. Dad is bigger than our struggles. Dad is bigger than our failures.
Dad is bigger than our weak prayers.
I don’t get prayer…but when our heart is seeking our father’s heart, it works. Like the time we’ve prayed for that sibling to come closer to Christ. Like the time we’ve prayed for sleep when all hell is breaking loose in our minds. Like the time we’ve prayed for wisdom when the words just wouldn’t come out right.
Other times, prayer doesn’t seem to work. It could be the friend, who wasn’t cured from cancer or the loved one, who never made it back. It could also be the job, that didn’t come through, or the sickness, that just won’t seem to go away.
I don’t get prayer! I don’t think we ever will. But this I do know, even during the sucky times where everything just..SUCKS. Our father is still listening. Our father still wants to hear our voices.
Our dad still cares.
Our dad still cares.