This prayer log was first published January 28, 2006. Re-published in my current blog.
I’m all alone at a prayer gathering tonight, nine to midnight, and enjoying the presence of God, reflecting on scriptures and music vids about life, faith, mission, hope. Here are my prayer logs tonight…
The primary impetus for this journey is for me to go all the way with you, God. It’s you I adore. It is you that my life is to glorify. New path for me, yes, led there by your hand. Led here by your will and call. Call? Yes. You know each day of my life. Each one is set in your plan.
I need to hear God’s story from you. I forget it when I keep it to myself – and when you do, too. Ecc 4:9-10: “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!” I need you in my life. I need to be connected to you and to others – others who care, who will listen, who will love me, who will be God’s love to me.
Come and listen.
That was you, Jesus, sitting on the side of the road, small pile of earthly belongings strewn beside you. How many times have I walked by you without noticing? Without noticing you at all; without noticing it WAS YOU. Forgive me. Replace my heart of stone with a heart of flesh – one that beats for the people of your creation. The people of your heart.
The Parable of the Wedding Banquet
Jesus spoke to them again in parables, saying: “The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his servants to those who had been invited to the banquet to tell them to come, but they refused to come.
“Then he sent some more servants and said, ‘Tell those who have been invited that I have prepared my dinner: My oxen and fattened cattle have been butchered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding banquet.’ But they paid no attention and went off—one to his field, another to his business. The rest seized his servants, mistreated them and killed them. The king was enraged. He sent his army and destroyed those murderers and burned their city.
“Then he said to his servants, ‘The wedding banquet is ready, but those I invited did not deserve to come. Go to the street corners and invite to the banquet anyone you find.’ So the servants went out into the streets and gathered all the people they could find, both good and bad, and the wedding hall was filled with guests.
“But when the king came in to see the guests, he noticed a man there who was not wearing wedding clothes. ‘ Friend,’ he asked, ‘how did you get in here without wedding clothes?’ The man was speechless. Then the king told the attendants, ‘Tie him hand and foot, and throw him outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’
“For many are invited, but few are chosen.”
I just found out today that a good friend of mine who is a pastor might be very depressed. I know he’s lost the fire. He’s more concerned about theological purity than seeking the lost; not really that much different from most Christians. Or churches.
I also learned that an associate is resigning from the same church after only one and a half years. He’s located in a huge metro area, filled with people who live and walk and work each day lost in a fog. Not antagonistic, just lost and wandering. They need guidance. Direction. Hope. Hope is what they need. And a loving person to care for them just as they are, not for how someone hopes they’ll be(come).
I’m kicking myself for disqualifying me from engaging in that culture. I got it. I resonate, even yet today, with American metro laissez-faire attitude. I’ve seen people sitting or standing on street corners, bus stops, or park benches, watching the world as it goes by their little corner of it. They’re observant, yet blind; looking, perhaps? Not that I subscribe or live that way, but I love those people and so desire to bring hope into their world. Well, I guess I need to bloom where I’m planted, because God sure has me here. And it’s been a long, hard road to freedom and restoration. But who “looks” here in this small town? We’re all too comfortable in our Christian bubble or façade to truly look outside this neat little world of our comfort and design. Yet people need hope and Jesus here, too. So, onward…