“We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us what you did in their days, in days long ago.” Psalm 44:1
Why are we afraid to ask big things of God? What do we expect Him to say? “What? How dare you even think such a thing? What a selfish thing to ask…” Or perhaps our internal monitor tells us we aren’t worthy of such a grand response from God.
I’ve heard sermons on it. I’ve even drummed up the courage a few times to whisper a “big” prayer to God, (qualified, of course, with lots of, “According to Your will, Lord, according to what seems best…” because this probably isn’t it. I mean, how could it be–it’s big–I know it’s asking an awful lot…).
How could God take such a prayer seriously? I obviously don’t.
Still, as to those grand acts of long ago, surely God reserves such miracles for important people like Moses, Joshua, the apostle Peter–not for nobodies like me . . . And even though I know it isn’t theologically sound sometimes I believe that.
And it shapes the way I pray–and the response I receive from God.
Several years back my family went through a prolonged period of intense financial need. Work was slow, there was no money in the bank and little food in the pantry. During that time, my husband attended a men’s retreat with our church. When He returned, he told me a story about how God had worked during a difficult time in the speaker’s life to meet his family’s needs. It went something like this:
The speaker, a man named David, and his family of four had hit some tough financial times. Their pantry had been reduced to a single pathetic meal not even adequate to feed one. They sat down for dinner and split it four ways. Emotionally, it was too much. His wife left the table in tears. David sat for a few moments wrestling with anguish and anger, then rose, strode to the front door, ripped it open to storm out, and promptly tripped over ten bags of groceries waiting on their doorstop.
God had intervened. He had provided–big time.
The story moved me deeply. However, even as I listened, a faith-stripping thought crept in; Sure, things like that happen to the prominent Christians of the world… but, I kept my doubts to myself, and my husband and I went to bed.
When we awoke the next morning, someone–who hadn’t attended the conference or heard the story–showed up on our doorstep with bags and bags of groceries. God intervened and provided for us because . . .
God does big things for small people.
“. . . in days long ago…” God parted the Red Sea, held the sun still, opened prison doors because God can do anything.
That fills me with hope, with wonder, it inspires me to ask “big.”
What “big” thing will you ask God for today? Will you share it with us?
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